We Don't Serve Your sort Here
Full 29,000 word novella, A tale of petticoating set in the 1960's London and Bergerac 1965 “I’m sorry Patrick it’s no good you making a list of things you want” Ann said “my overtime hours have been cut at work again plus there’s a pile of unpaid bills on the mantlepiece” Patrick had the glossy colour mail order club book opened across his knees “that’s OK mum” at 15 he already knew how tight money was for them since his dad left “wasn’t really looking at anything, just turning pages and waiting for the rain to stop” Patrick was sitting in an arm chair next to the fireplace, Ann was in a similar chair opposite him darning the heel of one of Patrick’s school socks. “How do you decide what is right to wear under a dress mum?” “What?” Although her mind was on mending the hole in the sock alarm bells rang in her head again. “Well it’s…well there are so many choices, how do you even decide on the number of suspenders you need for instance” “Why are you looking through wom