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The Charlton Story

Well, there's not much else to do in the summer.......how many can you spot?

Hazel Wood and her son went to Holland. It was bright and
she went for a Costa coffee but it was duff. “They are crooks”, she thought, “5
Euros is a fortune”. It did madden her. Hazel was small, but smart though
wilder than when she was young. She bought some pates and some Pringles and sat
in a horse field. She loved the ferns and every berry on every tree. She hummed
a song, but could only think of the spectre of a long spring and more summers
with her Welsh husband, Sam. They lived in a white house. Sam was a tiler and a thatcher
and used to work in the mills. He enjoyed being a miller and was in charge of
the barns – he liked working on his tod. She was sure her dire relationship
went wrong after Sam had too much rose and white wine plus a litre of borrowed
ale. There had been hints before yet some hope, but she began to lose heart
despite showing true grit and being bolder. There was a bond but she would
remain sure she was right. “Kits off”, he slurred 
drunkenly. “Kits on”, she replied, but he quickly done a shirt lift and
a mooney. She shields her eyes. “Willy’s out”, he laughed. “You’d ‘s better
stop this. You must, oh, you must”, she said. “This burns me inside. You are a bright
man, but you should go to chapel with a candle and hear the vicar read a
sermon. You’ll need to grant me some space. And, your breath stinks – have a
minto. Tut tut”.  He burped loudly. “Pard’
you”, she snapped “Sod ye”. She went to the kitchen and had some salmon. She was a good
cook – she used to be a fryer at the fish shop – she used to order all the
stocks. Sam then came in looking green and was now bent double. He was not at
his peak now. “I feel like a plum”, he said. He gave Hazel a garland and looked
into her brown eyes. She turned on TV. “What’s on?” he asked. “Gavin &
Stacey”, she replied. Sam thankfully fell asleep.

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