Lottie had heard the commotion from the hall and had sprung into action, at her core she was still a fisherlass. The rolling pin was sturdy and she brought it down with swift and merciless judgement upon her son's back. To hell with decorum.

"That's enough! If yer in a fightin' mood, fight me! I'll pound yer so flat ye'll think it's Shrove Tuesday!" She commanded. Large powerful hands grabbed her son's collar and yanked hard.

"Inside. Both Of Ye! Now!" She commanded. Brawling in the street! God! the neighbours will be talking for a month. They might have to move to Teeside.