[Content warning: Reference to alcoholism and child neglect]

Harry didn't drink much. By comparison. But sometimes he got so sick and tired of his wife's drunk antics that he would make sure to take the money that was left before she could, and go and get himself a drink. Like today. He had worked hard to bring in money. It was his right. She had been useless all day. So if anyone judged him, they should know that it was her fault really. 

He sat at the bar with his pint and pipe, listening to a conversation that two fishermen on his left were having about innovative fishing methods, and Harry broke in every once in a while to share his expertise on the subject - even though he had never gone fishing once in his life.