they lived in nottingham.
i remember their visits.
uncle arthur was a shoe
mender i was told. not a
he had a car, a shooting brake.
there were not many vehicles
then; we ran to the gate to see.
the family moved to australia, were active
in their church, the seventh day adventists.
i felt we should admire them.
ann came back one day on a needy visit.
she told my brother that uncle arthur was just a rogue,
a wide boy, a crook.
not a cobbler.