'Not bad thanks, Bert. Got any dead 'uns for me today?'
'Couple of the nippers - went in the night, like'
'Damn shame...still, better than sufferin''
'True, true...'ere, is that the Hendersons?'
'Yup, all six of the buggers. Went within an hour of each other. Fuckin' tragedy...'
Bert let out a long sigh. This bloody disease would be the end of Skaggerston if it carried on like this. The doctors reckoned it was some distant strain of the Black Plague, but were handing out "lozenges" to keep the germs at bay.
Bert kept taking them, however useless they were.