Couldn’t sleep a wink all night, tossing and turning. Worst days of my life, everything out of kilter. Big space in the bed too after Wendy went. Couldn’t cope with it, needed someone to cwtch up to. No mucky business mind, don’t go in for that sort of thing. Never had the chance to do anything exciting anyway, not with Wendy – we had it once a month, on payday, lights out at ten sharp. Pull my nightie down when you’ve finished, that’s what she said before we started and I always did, never forgot. But we hadn’t touched for years, no wonder I was lonely. Bugger off she did, just like that, no note or nothing. The Plod never believed me, round every week saying they were going to dig up the patio, but I says please don’t do that, it was the first patio in Glynneath, people came from miles around to see it and I paid a fortune for the fancy bricks with holes in them. Can’t think why they cost more than real bricks if there’s half of them missing.
What do You think about My First Colouring Book (2013)?
