The bait bag or snap tin was what dad put his sandwiches in and off to work he went, not a city gent, but skilled in his own way and worked a day for a day’s pay,

We used to watch for him coming home and when we saw the works van we ran down the hill to greet his homecoming

I can see us running now through the memory of those Summer shadows that flit across and behind the eyes.

Now they’re debating in Parliament about making the deliberate and knowingly telling lies by politicians illegal which is fucking amazing considering politicians who are not the most honest of people are the ones debating it.

I wonder what dad would have thought about it
not fucking much in my opinion

I can’t recall dad ever using a swear word

© 2018, John Smallshaw.