Longlisted for the 2001 Women's Prize for Fiction
Birdie Gibbs lives on the seventh floor of an East End high-rise. She hates it, and she hates the hooligans. And she gets pretty bored. Ok, she’s old, but that doesn’t mean she’s satisfied with a pair of slippers and a good book. Her best friend constantly taunts her with threats of an old people’s home. But Birdie’s resolute – she’s not going anywhere near one of those places. She keeps herself busy, it’s better to wear out than rust out. And when ex-husband Jimmy Dwyer turns up out of the blue with a greyhound that needs a home, Birdie thinks things might be on the up. But he vanishes just as quickly, leaving behind him some memories of the past that Birdie would rather forget. Laugh-out-loud funny – this is classic Laurie Graham.
