happened after she ate her Christmas Dinner resting her knees on her daughters stone kitchen floor
as not enough chairs at table…
“It’s proper for the kids, Christmas, int it.” she says and rubs her knee…
“your badly.” says ex miner flatcapped Kyle, as he takes a break from sawdust
and dismantle of wardrobes
and drawers, folk drop off in his entryway
to stoke his coal fire, as he pops into town betting shop “Am only doing Irish lottery”, he shouts and she wishes him luck of the Irish.
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