From his crouched position beside the coal scuttle, near the pantry door, he heard his mum stomping the hallway and, in a blur, she swirled into the kitchen, whereupon, losing no momentum, she marched to Chas and with all of her might, belted him. It affected his hearing, but he thought she said, "Now, if you tell that bog dwelling Irish strumpet I’ve hit yer, I’ll do for yer, and chuck yer in the Thames, got it?" Chas nodded yes and she hit him again, ‘And don’t you forget it. Now, what’s this about the filf coming round, and what the f**k have you done for Christ’s sake?’ Chas started to say he wasn’t sure, but it seemed like he was being accused of hitting Mickey Saint with a lump of four by two... he stopped as his mum intervened. ‘You ‘it him with a Jew?’
‘Nah, mum, a lump of four by
