Oh yes, and Agnes' friend Bulldog has dreams that would make Frankenstein blush.
There's also some dialect too, here's an extract --
“Brian”, mi mam shouted, “ged thissel ready, will be gooin’ any minute”.
Thur wur no answer, Brian would either bi under t’bed cloo’as or ‘ee might be in’t back yard.
‘Ee wur mi younger brother wur Brian, a lot younger ner me ‘ee wur, an afterthowt, mi fayther sometimes called ‘im.
“Thee un all Jenny, tha’r readin’ at Church this mornin’, are ti ready?”.
“Am ready mam”, I lied. I was’nt ready, an’ this readin’, well, a wur fur flummoxed wit had, “a’l goo’n see wur eawr Brian is”.
“Well, don’t thee be long eawr Jenny, tha no’s wi’v never geeten in t’yon church late yet”.
Soo’a a went lukin’ reawnd th’eawse fur eawr Brian. A luked in tut front room, nobodyb thee’r, a quick luke upstairs, nobody thee’r, then a went eawt in tutn back yard. Thee’r ‘ee wur reight enough, up on’t coyts, one o’ ‘is favourite places.
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