I got my welfare officers to release my five year work history, except it stops a few months short of the date the employers need covering. They now need a deeper record of my work history and I have had to request that too, though it could take weeks to send it to me.
It is a story of a tragedy in a Midlands mining community. Mrs Holroyd’s husband is a coal-miner, a brute and a womaniser. His own children report that he has been seen again dancing with women of loose morals at a local inn instead of coming home. Act one closes when he even brings two of the dancing girls home, right in front of Mrs Holroyd, who desperately struggles to get them to leave.
What if my dad had lived? What if I had not joined the cult when a pretty girl invited me? Would I now be a writer? Would I have written Wendigo Water? Would you be reading this?