18th August, 2013In Tommy and Brenda’s council flat, Brenda burped the very round and podgy Shannon. Luke flung a bowl of food away from him with his stubby hands. He seemed to know better than his mum. Let’s hope he did that at every mealtime.
Tommy told me beforehand that he’d try a new tactic to appease his unhappy wife. He waved a contract in her face. That was probably not the best start.
TOMMY: I’ve got it!
Brenda snatched it from him, though. She might not know much about nutrition or motherhood but she wasn’t all that dumb.
BRENDA: What’s this?
TOMMY: What do you think? It’s papers for our divorce!
BRENDA: What? Really?
Brenda was smiling. Gullible fool.
TOMMY: Course not, dopey.
Brenda glanced at it. The smile vanished quicker than one of my ex-girlfriends’ upon discoveri
