Walking the dog
When I was a moody teenager I would often drag my dog, Laddie, on long walks with me to the 'posher' areas of Wolverhampton. We would walk along the Dudley Road to Fighting Cocks and then down Goldthorn Hill towards Penn where there were a lot of detached houses that seemed worlds away from my little terraced house. In this photo we have just returned and I am wearing a blue shiny coat which I thought was the height of fashion! Laddie is worn out! Marion and Bonzo walk the same route in this extract: “Come on Bonzo!” Marion looks round. She is a long way from home. The houses are big. There are shiny cars in the drives. She’s hot. Bonzo stares with sorrowful eyes. His tongue is out and he’s panting. “Are you tired? Okay we can have a rest for a few minutes. Maybe someone will drive past and rescue me. My real father will recognise me. He’ll take me into one of these houses. My real mother will cry when she sees me. They’ll have loads of money. A lovely little old lady with si...