Minutes later I walked back in to the bar to find one of our staff had served her with three pints. XXNX She stayed sat in the chair taking another sip from her cider. Over the course of the summer, she wandered down the hill and usually purchased a plate of chips and a modest half of lager and usually sat outside. “I’ll go,” I said. This time I stopped her purchasing more than one pint. The baggy clothes had gone. I refused. It was a variation of the “Little Black Number” which was red and buttoned at the back. “Have you any jobs, mister?”
The speaker was a 5’ 2” woman with greying red hair. Now she was wearing a white blouse, thin enough to see her beige bra through.




















