Oh 'eck, says Father, disappointed, they've changed the windows.
He hasn't lived in that house for over forty years, has hardly ever bothered to pass by, since without a car, he would have had to take the bus, then walk a mile or so.
He has never had a car.

We did have a garage, built on to the new house.
to increase its value.
Our bicycles were stored there, together with garden tools and ladders, extra coal and kindling wood for winter.

He often shows us his old brown driver's license,
obtained before you had to take a test.
I could drive if I wanted to, he'd say.

When Mother's cousins drove over from Ashton-under-Lyne,
he liked to "go for a little run", which is how we came to be in Larch Street that day, looking at the old house.
I don't like them windows, he said. Don't like them.