Council estate Stories

My son-in-law, Dean, and a couple of his mates, Jase and Connor, had started work on a house renovation. It was a little bit of a diversion from my normal route back from working at lunchtime in the local pub, but I had taken to passing by in the hope of attracting some attention; or, with luck, a lot of attention from the three lads. On the Friday afternoon, I headed home via the building site. Underneath my coat, I was...

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...