Grandma used to tell this story, how she drove a truck into a wall,

in the war, when she was in the Land Army, a truck full of turnips,

knocked down a wall, and Grandad said he saw his mate die on a

boat, right next to him, shot stone dead, right there, right next to him,

just like that, right there.            And I tell you about how, in the 80s,

the shops couldn’t open on a Sunday, the pubs would have to close

in the afternoon, and you say What the hell, your eyes moon-wide,

like that couldn’t happen, and I hope, when you’re older, you don’t

have to care about the shops being shut on a Sunday, the pubs being

closed in the afternoon, that you don’t have to think about any of that.