As the number sixty-three bus made its way from Canterbury to Margate, Clare wished that she had stayed at home – even if her mother was a pain in the backside, and asked too many questions about her daughter's past and plans for the future – instead of agreeing to spend the evening with Tina. She liked Tina, but she didn't like the things which surrounded her. She enjoyed her friendship, but Clare hated the fact that Tina's father was a hopeless alcoholic, her two small brothers were little terrors and worst of all, she loathed the fact that Tina lived on a council estate in Margate. Sure enough, Clare acknowledged, as the bus entered Margate, she also lived on a grotty estate, in Canterbury, but at least Canterbury had a bit of class and a cathedral, whereas Margate had nothing to offer.
Extract taken from "Those Margate Days, Those Lonely Nights" - part 3 of the "But Bloody France!" trilogy of ebooks - available now for Kindle