In The Peasant’s Revolt, Edward’s attention turned suddenly from his pint to the man who sat on the stool next to him. Leslie, Edward's life partner for all intents and purposes, seemed lost in thought, alternately patting down his thinning blond hair and frowning at his reflection in the bar mirror.
“It’ll be coming out in handfuls soon. Dammit!” Leslie said, apparently oblivious to the chaos around them.
Patrons gripped their drinks fiercely. Some held on tight to the bar rail. Others smiled through gritted teeth and did their English best to carry on as Caroline’s “kids” chased each other in wide circles around the pub’s tables and chairs.
“Forget your hair, Les, and try and do something about the damned kids. Can’t you see they’re running amok in here?”
“That’s what Shetland she
