Minding his own ecking business

Livia didn’t usually answer the phone, either mobile or landline if it wasn’t someone she recognised or wanted to speak to. However, when her house phone rang, which was rare, her son answered it chirpily. It seems he wasn’t quite as upset at his father’s death as Livia made out. He was glad to be off school and back with his mother.

“Mum”, he called, “someone called Mary Flatty for you.”

“What does she want?” Livia sort of recognised the name but had never met the woman.

“Dunno, she says it’s none of my ecking business, or something like that!”