‘Who do you want to win the Cup Final, Liverpool or Leeds?’
That was the big question being asked in the Twydall Junior school
playground. As football was of little interest me, I really didn’t care. There
was some sort of football activity going on in school too, as around that time
I had the misfortune to walk around the pavilion one day and come face to face
with fourth year Alan Vause’s bare bum as he changed into his kit.
Late May
‘Has she had it yet Dad?’
‘Not yet.’
With Dad doing the cooking, no wonder Mam seemed a long time gone. Then at long last Dad returned from the phone box with news.
‘Has she had it yet, Dad?’
‘Yes, it’s a
girl.’
‘No, Dad’ said a disbelieving Mike. ‘What is it really?’
Mike wasn’t alone
in being stunned by the news. Not one of us had expected a girl. On the day of Mam’s
homecoming we cheered at the front room window when a taxi pulled up outside,
and waved when Mam came down the garden path, but Mam didn’t wave back. She couldn’t
because she was carrying a bundle – a pink
bundle. There was no denying it; we really
did have a sister. What a let down.
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