Council estate Stories

It was a warm spring morning as I left my house and walked through the run-down estate to drop off some clothes at my daughter’s place. Bianca and Dean had married in the previous summer. Having lived with Sean and me whilst they waited for a council house, they had moved in at the start of the year. Bianca, now in her early twenties, worked in a supermarket in town. Dean was a brickie, employed by a mate of his dad’s. Ar...