observation

A new family arrives in the village. We pass two of them unloading a van: a dumpy middle-aged man and a slender teenage boy; they struggle with a battered and grubby looking sofa.  I thought at first they had loaded it into the van to take it to the dump it looked so rough. He smiles and I say hello. As we pass by, Sharon mumbles something about him looking "very working-class". I smile.