What else would Hardy Scrabble's cat drink. Then it gets roaring drunk and fights every cat in the neighborhood. But I have a right to complain. And that's for two measly pounds. And your father's been out of work for two months on the Long Bell Strike.
Somebody has to be worried about food prices.
We couldn't afford that even when your father was working. And there's only the two of them now since her husband died. Prices will level off. You've got to have some faith in the future. You've got to be kidding, Helen.