“Are you eating healthily, Adrian?” called his grandmother up the narrow stairs of the terraced Burnley house.
“Yes Nanna,” replied Adrian from behind his closed bedroom door, shovelling cold baked beans from a tin into his mouth using a dirty fork.
Outside the rain continued to sleet down from a leaden sky. If there was someone to be angry at for this hell-hole, the weather, life, everything, Adrian wanted to know.
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