DAD, ALFIE and EDNA’S SPECS…

Gina Kirkham

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DAD, ALFIE and EDNA’S SPECS……….

“Do us a favour Mave, grab the digestives on your way out….third mug along is yours by the way..”   shouted Bob as he disappeared from the night kitchen into the corridor.

Glaring down into the murky water that was still spinning around the mug with the odd corner of the tea bag bobbing up and down, I picked up the half eaten packet of biscuits and looked out of the window onto the car park below.  The sky was heavy with the impending bad weather that had been predicted and large blobs of rain were just starting to hit the glass at an angle, carried by strong gusts of wind.

It had been a long night, a thirteen hour shift which had left the whole section absolutely knackered, apart from Petey, who was still bouncing around the station like a demented Tigger on amphetamine.   His…

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