Ah hears the rattlin ay boatils in thir crates so ah goes tae the windae n pills back the curtain. It's Terry's juice lorry n ah kin hear um giein it the patter. Jist when ah think aboot shoutin oot the windae or gaun doon fir a blether, ah see thit eh's talkin tae Maggie Orr n this other lassie. That's just brutal; so ah dinnae think ah'll bother. No that ah've nowt against Maggie, she's awright, but ah hud this shutin match wi her auld man the other week.
The tosser eywis comes back pished wi ehs wife fae the boozer, n they huv a big fight in the street. It keeps muh Ma awake. Ma auld man'll no dae nowt, so ah goes tae the door n hus a word.
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