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    The bus I catch doesn't go up the hill and when I get off at the corner I catch the smell of fish and chips and I cross the road and call at the shop and buy a fish and four penny-worth chips. I eat them out of the paper as I'm going up the hill. I really like fish and chips and there's no better way of eating them than in the open air. They last me till I get to the gate.

    It's half past ten and the Old Lady and the Old Man are sitting with the table lamp on watching television when I go in.

    " Do you want some supper? " the Old Lady asks me.

    " I had some fish and chips on my way."

    " You'll want a drink of something, I suppose? "

    " It's all right, I'll make some cocoa."

    I go into the kitchen and make the cocoa and bring it back into the living room and sit down on the sofa and light a cigarette. I'm thinking about Ingrid as I watch the picture that's on TV. I'm wondering what happened that she didn't come to meet me.

    " Where've you been? " the Old Lady says in a minute.

    " Pictures."

    " By yourself? "

    " With Willy Lomas."

    " Willy Lomas? I don't think I know him, do I? "

    " I used to go to school with him."

    " I don't know why you pay good money to go to the pictures when you can see them at home for nothing" says the Old Man.

    " You can't show colour and cinemascope on TV."

    " Cinemascope? "

    " Wide screen....... …. bigger."

    " But they're pictures, just the same, aren't they? "

    I say nothing to this. The picture's finished and there's a toothpaste ad on and I get up and throw my cig-end in the fire.

    " Going up? " the Old Lady says.

    " Yes, I'm ready for it. Had a busy day today."

    I say good night and go upstairs. There's a light in Jim's room. I go into our bathroom and wash my face and clean my teeth as quickly as I can. As I'm coming out Jim calls me.

    " What is it? "

    " A letter for you."

    I take it and look at it. I look at my name on the envelope and begin to get excited.

    " Where did you get this? "

    " I found it behind the front door. Somebody pushed it in while we were watching television. There's no stamp on it."

    There's no address on it, either; just my name.

    I shut the door behind me before I open the letter. " Dear Vic, " it says. " My cousin decided to catch a later train and I went with her to the station to see her off. The train was late and it was after half past seven when I got back. I went to where we'd arranged to meet but of course you'd gone. I'm going to be at the same place tomorrow (Sunday). I hope you can come.

    Love, Ingrid."

    (After Stan Barstow)






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