with an excitable squeal: the weekend starts here. ‘I told you Jackie’s mum would get fed up with you hanging around there all the time.’ Vi sounded like she looked – sullen – as she dragged viciously on the cigarette she had just lit from the stub of her previous one. ‘She’s all on top, that Tilly. A right toffee merchant. Pretends she’s so bloody perfect.’ ‘If you must know, Mum, she’s not fed up with me. She said I’m always more than welcome.’ ‘Eeuuh!’ sneered Vi in a mocking voice. ‘More than welcome. So why did you get ready to go out in here then?’ ‘I didn’t want to take liberties, that’s all. It’s bad enough Jackie and Martin fighting over the bathroom, without me being under her feet as well.’ ‘Pity you don’t worry about your own mother for once.’ Angie turned, disbelievingly, to face her. ‘Are you really going to start all that hard-done-by act again?’ ‘Well, what am I meant to do? Look at this place.’ ‘Looks all right.’ ‘It’s a mess.
