daytrades nov 1 afternoon, page-3

Sitting in his worn armchair With his large beer belly, unkempt hair,shirt stained from coffee spills and left-over spag bol sauce,remote in one hand,VB in the other,it was time for the big match.KR was first in batting and Norm was happy....least until...

Norma,his wife,came out from the kitchen.With her grey hair in curlers,her faded floral apron,pink fluffy slippers,and holding a Jimmy in one hand,rolling pin in the other,it was time for her daily tirade.
"You put that garbage bin out,like you spos'd to" she growled."Yea" mumbled Norm.
"Them lawns been mowed yet" she bellowed."Yea" mumbled Norm.
"You put that order on VPE,like I tolds ya"."Did it yestdee" he replied.

Satisfied,she turned to the kitchen,when all of a sudden a large roar came from the TV speaker.The crowd had gone madwith excitement as Tweet's came out.To everyone,Tweet's was a hero.Standing proudly in the gleaming, fully restored EH ute,Tweet's was cheered as the lap of honour proceeded.
"hooray,go Tweet's,hoooraay",yelled the crowd.

Norma soon turned back to Norm and said "Norm, you look at that hero,take a good look,why can't you be like that,like Tweet's" she scowled, "Why can't you be, just...like...Tweet's"