Where's me Mam?

My Dad had been at sea [during the War] for 12 months without returning home but at last, his ship pulled into Liverpool and he was really looking forward to seeing his parents again as well as his brothers and sisters. So, him and his kit-bag caught the tram to Tuebrook and Dad walked up the road and lets himself into the house. All was quiet on the western front, nobody home. So he makes himself a cup of tea, reads a bit of his book, has a fag. Decides to go for a walk [that might of meant going to the pub] and bumps into one of the neighbours. 'Hello lad! When did you get back? Your Mam'll be glad to see you. What are you doing round here? Shouldn't you be up at the new place?' And that's how my Dad learnt that the family had moved a few streets away about three months before. He ran back to the house, grabbed his kit-bag [which luckily hadn't been emptied] and then went around to the new house to be spoilt by the family. He also learnt that the family living in the old house were Polish and he often wondered what they made of the English novel he left on the table after his visit.

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