Cornwall. 15th June 2014. 23.00pm – Kick off.
Hazel, 94, walks into the living room, her face beaming with pride at the £40.00, 300g, Argentinean Bife de lomo (beef tenderloin) that she had lovingly cooked to absolute perfection before placing it on the plate, now sitting in her hands, beside homemade sweet potato fries and salad leaves she grew in her allotment.
Barbara, 96, licks her lips.
HAZEL: I asked you if you wanted some, but you said ‘no’.
BARBARA: Yeah but…
HAZEL: Sorry, Barbara.
Hazel walks around the coffee table, clips her foot on the leg and drops the dish all over the floor.
BARBARA: (Singing) Don’t cry for me Arg-
HAZEL: Shut your fucking mouth.
© Carl Burkitt 2014