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    dots Submission Name: It's a dogs lifedots
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    Author: frisbie
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    IT’S A DOGS LIFE

    Len Nelson and Joe Smith, both elderly, both widowers sat on a seat at the west side of Saltwell Park Gateshead, overlooking the lake with its pedalo-swans propelled by perspiring dads in rare June sunshine.
    ‘Joe, would you say that I have a presence?’
    ‘I don’t know what you mean Len.’
    ‘Well do I come over as slightly better than working class? I’m not being pretentious.’
    ’You’re always using those big words, so I suppose you are Len.’
    ’You see Joe, we both had a basic education, both of us spent a lifetime sweeping Gateshead’s streets and yet I have this linguistic advantage. I think it’s innate, ( sorry Joe, something I was born with.) It was handed down genetically. Why I ask is that it is a coincidence both Lord Nelson and my forebears came from the same part of Norfolk. He went to North Walsham Grammar School. So I wonder if there’s a connection between us maybe my family was wronged; you hear of it all the time and Nelson must be a rare name.’
    ‘Well I never Len. To tell the truth, I’ve always been impressed how you manage to overtake everybody in those swans on the lake. Bye the way, how did you come to live up here?’
    ’ I don’t talk about it Joe. It was a cruel injustice. My grandfather was convicted of GBH. He was said to have been drunk when he broke the jaw of a local squire in an argument over a pheasant. Poor old Granddad spent five years in Durham prison and never went back to Norfolk. A big churchman, alcohol never passed his lips.’
    ’That’s awful Len. So what are you going to do about the Nelson name. Knowing you, life won’t be the same until you find something out.’
    ‘You’re right Joe. You can research the subject on the internet.’
    ’Oh yes, your Roddy works with computers, he should be able to help you.’
    ’I hope so. They say the Mormons in America have a huge record. They’re a funny old lot. They all have six wives and don’t drink coffee.’
    ‘I’ve had them at the door Len. Smart young men, always smiling. With six women looking after them you can see why.’
    ‘I don’t think there’s much point checking your predecessors Joe. With a name like Smith you come from any part of Britain, your lot have always been farm labourers.’
    ‘Yes, you’re right. I’d rather not bother.’
    ‘ Right Joe, let’s go. Same time tomorrow?’

    ‘Well Len, how did you get on; what did Roddy find?’
    ‘Not a lot Joe but I rang my nephew who lives in Norfolk and he has invited me to stay with him to check all the church records, so I am off to see him Saturday for a week.’
    ’That’s great. Is he married?’
    ’ I don’t know. I doubt if he‘s escaped‘
    ‘I won’t see you before you go Len, so all the best. See you when you get back.’

    ‘You look tanned Len, Norfolk must suit you; what happened?’
    ‘It was a funny old world Joe. My nephew’s got a male partner. Bit weird but they were OK. Good food, they ran me everywhere to search my ancestry and Joe, the nearest thing to fame was one generation of milkmen, then when I got home and checked the phone book, there are twenty Nelsons in the North East.
    ‘Sorry to hear that Len. You could have lied and made up a story so I will tell you my secret. Our family name was changed. My grandfather came from a little Austrian village, his name, Aldo Hitler. Please keep this a secret.’
    ‘Hells flames Joe, that’s rough. It’s a dogs life for sure.’




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