"My Dad's been laid off," Archie said.
A fortnight had passed. Still not a cloud in the sky.
Everyone had bags under their eyes, everyone was tanned, yet drawn. Sleep was more or less a thing of the past. Thirst was a constant companion.
"My Dad, too. Last week." I said.
"Men in two big cars came from somewhere to speak to my Dad and his friends. They don't think the factory will ever open again."
There were tears in Archie's eyes. "My Mam just cried," he said.
I hadn't told anybody but the same thing happened in my house.