Uncle and Niece
As a widower I spent most of my time on my own, at forty-three I was too young for the Derby and Joan club and too old for the modern dance halls, which left the pub and the cinema, neither of which filled me with 'joy' as they were usually filled with young louts kicking up a racket or causing trouble. The one bright point was the infrequent visits from my sister, Amy, and her k**s, John and Eve, the k**s in particular made me feel alive as they rushed around the place in their younger days...