[{"node":{"title":"Lingard034","Collections":"Chapter 5","Contributor":"Lingard Estate","Coverage":"1972","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, March 10, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Lingard034","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Mullet, Television","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/lingard034","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Lingard034_1.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff32\n\nCHAPTER FIVE\n\nMrs Jackson was watching a film on television so she did not hear\nMrs Mullet coming inlto the house until she opened the kitchen\ndoor\n\n\"I called out,\" she said Mrs Mullet \"but you didn't hear me.\"\n\n\"I was watching the telly,\" said Mrs Jackson unnecessarily, her\neyes still on it. The film had reached an exciting point andsk\nshe was unwilling to put if off for the sake of Mrs Mullet whom\nshe was friendly enough with at times, but at others could have\nshe saw every day of her life. There were times when\nshe wished the womaan lived on the far side of Belfast. She had the\nlongest tongue in the street and seemed to have little else to do\nall day but lean against her door jamb and wait for passers-by towith\nexchangewhom she could trade bits of news. The news nearly always tended to be rumours ,\nand usually scandalous. Mrs Mullet was frequently declaring herself\nhorrified.\n\nShe stood by their kitchen door now, in her high spiky-heeled\nshoes, of the kind that ceased to be fashionable years ago. It was\nnot that Mrs Jackson was fashionable herself, but Mrs Mullet liked\nto pride herself on her clothes sense.\n\n\"Can II'll take the weight off me feet?\" she said. \"Me legs are\nkilling me the day. I've never been off the go.\"\n\n\"Sit down for a minute then.\" Mrs Jackson got up and turned\ndown the sound of the television to a low murmur, but kept the picture\nas it was.\n\nMrs Mullet collapsed into Mr McCoy's xaJackson's armchair and kicked off\n","Type":"Text"}}]