This is the twenty-second part of a fiction serial, in 774 words. It may contain some swear-words.
Saturday, 11 am.
First to arrive that morning were Kenny Allison and his mate Duggie. Alan had the shutter open, and waved them in. They had turned up in a newish Range Rover, and he was straight on them. “Kenny, this motor better not be bent mate. I can’t have you fucking this up before it’s even started”.