Harry felt himself getting more and more worked up as Claude stammered. He had been angry for so long and Claude always had to give that last push. He took a step towards the boy, but when he heard the drunk rambling of his wife, he spun round. "Ye haven't done nowt for dinner, you stupid drunk cow!" He shouted at her. The children had been fed in the end. He had skipped a meal. And her own meal had consisted of a bottle of cheap wine.