Unwanted visitor

Bloody Gary’s been around again. Sorry, I know I shouldn’t say that. But I don’t know why he keeps coming. He’s drunk all dad’s beer and still he comes.

He doesn’t bring Manchester with him, which is a blessing, but I still don’t like him being here. I bite him when I get the chance. He picks me up and says stupid things to me. “Goo, goo, goo,” he says, so I poke his eye and bite him.

Mum doesn’t like him being here either. He tries to get her to drink beer with him. I know she likes to drink beer, but only with my dad. She just lets it get warm in the glass and then pours it away when he’s gone.

I know dad’s in the monkey house making furniture. Everyone knows, but he tries to make out he doesn’t know. “How’s he doing? Have you heard from him? What’s the old bugger up to?” he’d say.

How dare he call my dad that. That’s what my dad calls me.

Mum tries to ignore him. She can’t be rude, it’s not her nature. But after he’s finally gone, she gets her own beer, pours it in the glass and cries.