28For a change Vince slept like a baby. Until seven anyway, when his three nephews discovered him on the fold-out couch in their inner-city lounge room.
‘It’s Uncle Bins, stacks on!’
‘He’s in the nuddy!’
‘Na, he’s got his jocks on, ya dickhead!’
The boys involved Vince in a wild pillow fight, punctuated by loud screaming and occasional howling. s**t, he thought, defending himself with a cushion, how the hell can Trish and Paddy sleep through this pandemonium? The battle finally subsided and the young protagonists turned on the TV and soon became completely absorbed by the early Saturday-morning cavalcade of noisy cartoons.
Vince eventually extricated himself, showered, dressed, and headed out into the bright morning sunshine, his ears assailed by honking horns, blaring sirens and stre
