Rhiwbina Living
Summer 2023 issue of Rhiwbina Living, the award-winning magazine for Rhiwbina.
Summer 2023 issue of Rhiwbina Living, the award-winning magazine for Rhiwbina.
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Magpie<br />
Over a cup of tea in his garden, Thomas Llewellyn rues a life full of mistakes as he<br />
faces his own mortality. Is he too late to put things right?<br />
How can you make up for a lifetime<br />
of wrongs when you've got so little<br />
time left to put things right?<br />
Tom Llewellyn pondered this<br />
problem as he sat in the small<br />
garden at the back of his house.<br />
Summer had arrived early this year.<br />
It was just as well as it would be his<br />
last and he knew it.<br />
He reached for the cup of tea<br />
that his daughter Louise had put<br />
next to him five minutes previously.<br />
The sun was strong but the<br />
parasol protected Tom from its<br />
overbearing heat. Tom liked the<br />
shade, especially when there was a<br />
cooling breeze. It reminded him of<br />
the holidays he took to Spain with<br />
the family in the mid-80s. When life<br />
was good.<br />
Tom sipped his tea. And thought<br />
some more.<br />
His life, up until this point, and on<br />
the surface of things, had been<br />
pretty routine. He'd left school<br />
back in the late 70s and started a<br />
mechanic apprenticeship at the<br />
local bus station at the age of 14.<br />
By the age of 21, he was driving<br />
the buses on the local route. And<br />
it was there, driving the 63, that he<br />
first met his wife Kath, who boarded<br />
his bus at the Monico cinema one<br />
Wednesday night; she was all jet<br />
black hair and white dress.<br />
Tom and Kath spent the early<br />
part of their lives doing what<br />
was expected of them. They got<br />
married at St Mary's Church on a<br />
sunny Saturday in May 1981. It was<br />
a modest affair. Thomas borrowed<br />
his Dad's suit as his wages didn't<br />
stretch far enough for one of his<br />
own. The reception included jam<br />
sandwiches and cakes baked by<br />
Kath's mum. The guests spoke<br />
42<br />
about the cakes for weeks after.<br />
The newly-wed couple bought<br />
their first house, a bungalow, which<br />
they named The Nest, with money<br />
given to them by Kath's parents.<br />
Tom often felt indebted to them for<br />
giving them the money. He had no<br />
choice but to take it. He had none of<br />
his own.<br />
The bungalow had three<br />
bedrooms and a modern kitchen.<br />
Kath was sold on the idea that she<br />
could do the washing in the new<br />
washing machine in the kitchen.<br />
Tom was proud of his new shed,<br />
where he started collecting garden<br />
tools.<br />
Their first child came along in 1983.<br />
Another followed two years later. It<br />
wasn't long after that that Thomas<br />
started putting a few bob on the<br />
gee-gees.<br />
At first, it was a small flutter on the<br />
horses down at the local bookies.<br />
His friend Jim worked there and on<br />
one sunny June afternoon, Tom won<br />
£100 on a horse called Pica Pica.<br />
Feeling flush, he bought his wife<br />
some new Tupperware. She was<br />
thrilled. He'd finally come good.<br />
"They gave us a pay rise in work,"<br />
he'd said. It was the first lie of many.<br />
Still on the high from his win, Tom<br />
took the remainder of his money<br />
and went back to see Jim.<br />
"Any tips?" he'd asked Jim at the<br />
desk.<br />
Jim wrote a name on a small piece<br />
of paper, turned it around, and slid it<br />
to Thomas.<br />
With a stubby pencil, he'd written<br />
down the word 'Magpie'; an outside<br />
shot on the 3.40 at Doncaster.<br />
Thomas walked out of the betting<br />
shop half an hour later with £300 in<br />
cash. He treated himself to a few<br />
pints in the Three Bells on the way<br />
home. Kath had his tea ready but<br />
all Thomas could do when he got<br />
home was slump drunkenly into his<br />
favourite armchair.<br />
Kath brought his food in on a<br />
tray. But Tom was already asleep.<br />
Without hesitation, Kath tipped the<br />
cooked dinner all over his head.<br />
He jolted upright as he was rudely<br />
woken.<br />
"How do you like that?" Kath had<br />
snapped. Tom curled his tongue<br />
around the side of his mouth to<br />
lick off some of the gravy that was<br />
slowly sliding down his cheek. He<br />
smacked his lips together to get a<br />
good taste of it and looked up at<br />
her.<br />
"Thank you, petal. Could do with a<br />
bit more salt and pepper though,"<br />
he replied.<br />
It was in that moment that Kath<br />
realised that Thomas William<br />
Llewellyn wasn't the caring, doting<br />
man she'd exchanged rings with on<br />
a sunny Saturday afternoon in May<br />
1981. She retired to the kitchen, lit a<br />
cigarette and sat at the table.<br />
Over the next half hour, she<br />
wondered what had become of<br />
him. The new Tupperware pots that<br />
sat on the table were just a token<br />
gesture. A pathetic attempt to make<br />
it look like he cared.<br />
Kath chewed her thumbnail. She<br />
couldn't go on living like this. Things<br />
were getting worse. Within a few<br />
years, the kids would have fledged<br />
and everything would be stripped<br />
bare, she thought. It would just be<br />
the two of them again, without the<br />
distraction of bringing up children<br />
to cover over the cracks.<br />
Six long empty years later, a month<br />
after their second child left home,