“Is it your birthday, Doreen?”
“It is my birthday.”
“I saw your badge.”
Doreen’s wearing a “Birthday girl” pin badge. She perches on her stool counting out the
woman’s money.
“I’m taking tomorrow off, Jean,” Doreen smiles, “making a
long weekend of it. Might have a facial.”
“Ooh! That’s nice.
Is it a big one?”
“Not particularly,” says Doreen. She mouths “forty-five” through the glass.
“Oh, I had you as older?” says Jean.
Doreen stops smiling.
“How much did you want, then?” Doreen asks
“I’ll have the full two hundred. I’ve gave up smoking and every week I’ve been
putting it aside – twenty pounds a week.
Now I’ve got two hundred! Just
from not smoking.”
“Amazing,” says Doreen.
“I’m still doing them e-ciggies though.”
“Right, but they’re much cheaper, aren’t they.”
“Oh, so much
cheaper”
“I’ve just got some banking to do and a bit of change –
oh, and a small rubber band,” I tell her.
“Oh, haha!” says Crystal
Dawn has been spring-cleaning the shelves on our
side: one by one emptying them off,
wiping them down with a J-cloth and a bit of spray, then popping the things back on exactly the way they were
but without the dust. She comes up to
the counter to talk to Crystal
“Have you not done banking before?”
“No,” says Crystal
“You’ll be fine. Doreen,
soon as you’ve finished Jean off can you help Crystal
“’Course I can, lovey.
I’ll help you, lovey, I’ll just finish Jean off, you’ll soon get the
hang.”
“Here,” says Dawn to me, “look at the colour of my hands,”
she spreads her fingers out to show me their blackened tips.
“That’s me done,” says Jean. “ Bye all!” and she walks out struggling to
close her purse around her two hundred.
A man walks up behind me heading for Doreen who has sidled
across to look at what Crystal
“Hello, Len,” they all say. He’s a regular I’m guessing.
“Hello, girls,” says Len.
“Hello, girls,” says Len.
“How much do you want?” says Doreen.
“All of it,” says Len “soon as I can remember my number,
er… .”
Dawn has taken the rolls of silver wrapping paper off the
high shelf above where Len is standing. Now
she tries to put them back but they topple off and one hits Len on the head.
“Oh!! Watch out skies
a-falling!” says Len.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Len!” says Dawn and another roll
topples down.
“Wo-oah,” says Len “you take your life in your hands in
here! ‘Sallright Dawn I won’t sue you.”
Dawn picks up one of the rolls from the floor and taps him
a hollow knock on the head.
“Steady on, lass,” says Len, “that’s my weakest point! Oh,
hang on…” he’s remembered his number and presses it carefully into the machine.
“Had to be rattling round in there somewhere! I’m obliged to you.”
“Did you get them bees, Len?” asks Dawn
“What?” says Doreen.
“Bees? What bees?”
“Oh, did I not tell you,” says Len, “got chatting to a man
over Wombwell way last Sunday. Beekeeper
chap. BMW they used to call him - Bee
Man of Wombwell. But he’s ninety three
and he’s giving it up.”
“And you fancied a bit of honey on your porridge, didn’t
you Len!” says Dawn.
“Eh, it’s not just that,” says Len. “I do, like, but it’s not just that. He says he’s got hundred thousand bees but he
wants to give them away. So I says, well
I’ll have ‘em.”
“ Blimey!” says Doreen
“I know! With all
the equipment, like.”
“Hundred thousand!
That’s ever so many.” Doreen can’t quite believe it.
“But you took them back,” Dawn chimes in, “’cause when you
got them home there was one missing!”
“You’ve not done it before though, Len,” says Doreen
“No, no,” says Len, “no, not done it before – don’t know
one end of a bee from t’other.”
“Haha!” says Dawn, “well I reckon you’ll find that one out
soon enough, Len. Eh?”
“Oh, be-hive yourself!”
says Len. “Be-hive yourself!”
"Eh! I'm Queen Bee around here, aren't I Dor?"
"Oh, yes."
Dawn grabs her midriff in her hands and wobbles it.
"Look you can tell I've had too much of that royal what d'you call it, y'know..."
"Jelly," says Len
"Ay, that's it," says Dawn, "royal jelly. Too much royal jelly!"
