“Ma, can I get a Bay City Roller Jumper — they are selling them at the Co-op for £1.99?” I shouted through the toilet door to my mammy. “Everybody has one” I added.
My dog Major was at my feet begging to be taken out for a pee, his toe nails were scratching and clicking on the cold lino. Maybe he heard my Ma peeing and this set him off.
“Where will I get two quid from? is that thon tartan bastards that cannae sing?” my Ma shouted back over the noise of the loo flushing. I peeled some woodchip wall paper off as I waited…I put it in my mouth and quickly spat it out.
Major lifted a black claw and scratched my leg, his brown eyes pleading with me. This was useless.