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The butcher had the cheek to ask her if her new man was a dustman; how presumptuous of him!. She'd still gone there twice a week as he was the only butcher in their village.
People knew more about the family affairs of others, in part, by putting two and two together an then adding a little bit more, folk accepted this or moved out.

For the most the world, the town was her world then, hadn't changed that much from when she'd been dragged there as a child; following the sudden death of her father. However, the boot and shoe factories were dead on their feet; forcing skilled people to join the dole queues in the next town. They would politely stand in lines each Friday in order to sign on. The blue collar workers shuffled and coughed as the young superior supervisor drew some of them out if they were more than five minutes late signing on.

That employment exchange subsequently providing shelter for addicts,drop-outs or mentally ill to find solace in dark urine soaked corners as they waited for their summer to come. How could it be said that a caring society was present whilst the under-class hid themselves away.
There had once been a tramp who was frightened of hospitals and all things clinical who'd died the woods with breast cancer.

'When I've gone Bill I want you to think on a bit more!
He drew in a deep breath, looked down at their newly laid floor, posh lino in fact that masqueraded as floor panels...but much cheaper-which pleased Bill most of all.
She presumed he'd be a shade upset regarding her plans to depart but instead exclaimed...
'Where have these tomato soup footprints come from?
Dee knew where they'd come from as it had been her that had sat next next to their bargain second hand fire and surround slopping soup down her clothes as well as into her mouth.
They'd brought this fire, having driven over twenty miles to inspect and immediately buy from a lovely elderly couple in Kingsthorpe; close to where her offices had been.
Once she'd have been unable to drive all that way-being as she'd had a long standing fear of turning right. None of this was helped when she'd found it difficult to read a road map; it hadn't helped when out on the road in Norfolk she'd attempted to read it upside down- Dee excused herself by telling him she'd got her wrong glasses on. For some obscure reason they'd rowed about that as well as he told her how she should know better than that so she'd dumped him in a pretty long lane in Norfolk.