Just a thought
‘We never used to take a day off because we felt a bit ill,’ Dad said. ‘In my day...’
David closed his ears to the droning and clutched on to his lower belly. ‘Yes,’ he muttered to himself, ‘in your day, you were up a mountain, down the pit, in the army – all before Gran had time to squeeze the clothes through the mangle and hang them on the tree to dry.’
‘...and when are you going to get married, laddo? You can’t stay cooped up in this flat with all your gadgets forever. You’re forty next year. I’d already got you by the time I was twenty-five. Isn’t it about time? Just a thought.’
David said nothing. He closed his eyes and imagined himself canoodling with Amy on the settee. And Dad, plonking himself right in the middle. ‘So, you’re a nurse, Amy. Maybe you’d take a look
