Because money and food, especially fresh meat, were in short supply my grandpa got my dad a job down the pit but he only went for two days. He couldn’t stand the dirt in his hair and under his nails and before we knew it he was off again to get work somewhere else. He fancied himself as a boxing promoter and so he left us there to follow his dream and said he would come back for us when he had ‘made it’. My mum hardly came out of her room after that and when she did it was only to fight with her mother-in-law and before long we were off, back to the big city.
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