from work, âe does, and just as âe sits dahn sheâs at âim. âAre yer gunna sit theer all neet? That winder wants fixinâ anâ cooal wants fetchinâ in anâ yer can peel tâtaties if thaâs nowt better to do.â Sheâs nobbut five foot two anâ as thin as a lat but, by the heck, sheâs gor a gob on âer. Two year into tâmarriage and ââ
âHarry,â I said, attempting to get out of the car, âChristine and I have not had any barney, as you put it. We are very very happy and everything at home is fine. Iâve just had a bit of a bad day, thatâs all.â
âTell me abaat it,â he said and then, without waiting, started to describe his own âdreadfulâ day.
Finally, I managed to extricate myself from the car and headed for the cottage, but Harry and his still yapping dog followed me up the path. âBy the way, Iâve had a word with thy missis about yon garden,â he called after me. âIt needs sooarting out. I mean your missus canât be expected to do all that digginâ and pruninâ and plantinâ what wiâ a young bairn to tek care on, now can she, and itâs tâtime oâ year when it wants fettlinâ.â
âIâll see to it,â I told him shortly.
âTha wants to,â he told me, stubbornly pursuing his theme. âI was telling âEzekiah Longton last neet ovver a pint oâ mild at tâRoyal Oak. His gardenâs a picture, like summat out oâ one oâ these glossy âorticultural magazines. Cooarse, it would be, what wiâ âim beinâ Lord Marrickâs head gardâner for nigh on fotty year. Any road, I were tellinâ âim what a jungle your garden were and âe says that tha can âave some on âis âardy perennials if tha wants.â
âThatâs very kind of him,â I said.
âAnâ that allotment of yourn needs a bit oâ work on it anâ all. Itâs goinâ dahn tânick, by looks on it. George Hemmings, on tâAllotment Committee, were only mentioninâ it to me last week in tâOak. Now, if it was up to me ââ
âIâll see to it, Harry,â I said wearily, my hand on the back door latch.
âAnâ Iâll tell thee summat else anâ all,â he persisted. âThat new landlord at tâOakis goinâ down like a dose oâ sheep flu. Tha wants to see what âeâs gone anâ done to tâold place.â
âGoodnight, Harry,â I said, going into the cottage and closing the door behind me.
âGoodnight,â he called from the step. âCome on, Buster.â
Christine was in the kitchen preparing supper. The cottage was as cheerful and welcoming as I knew it would be, and I could see that a lazy fire burned in the sitting room grate. It was good to be home.
âYouâre late,â said Christine as I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
âYes,â I sighed, burying my face in her neck.
âYou donât sound full of the joys of spring.â
âItâs autumn,â I replied holding her close, âand I need a strong drinkand some TLC.â
âHard day?â Christine returned to the sink where she was peeling potatoes in a bowl.
âDreadful!â I said, bending over Richardâs carrycot. He looked washed and scrubbed and was gurgling away contentedly.
âOh dear.â
âI donât want to talk about it,â I said.
âAs bad as that, is it?â she asked.
âAs bad as that,â I repeated.
Of course I needed to talk about it so, as I sat at the kitchen table nursing a dark brown whisky, Christine had to endure a detailed account of my day. She was, as always, a sympathetic listener and full of good advice and by the time supper was ready, I felt slightly better.
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