Extract from Anita and Me audiobook - British Midlands accent
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - East Midlands, Leicester) British (General)Transcript
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spring was always my favourite season in the village, and as the first cuckoo sounded, almost every cottage door would swing open, revealing, taught George women in pennies and head scarves, brandishing an armoury of cleaning materials. You couldn't walk down the street without falling over. Some possessed female hunched over a front step with a wire scrubbing brush choking over the clouds of dust rising from the schools of rugs being beaten to a pulp by strong sleeveless arms, picking your way through the clusters of China dogs and horse brasses laid out on sheets in the watery son, drying to a gleam whilst indoors. Cupboard shelves and cabinets were being emptied and washed down. Of course, not every household embraced the spring with soapy red arms. The Mad Mitchell's next door, Mili, chucked a few more bits of junk into their front gardens, adding to their bizarre monument to kitsch. There was an old style perambulations filled with a jumble of mangy fur coats, 1/2 smashed fake crystal chandelier, a coal scuttle, two brand new bed pans, a car battery and two cracked wing mirrors. A hat stand, a stuffed mongoose Onda collection of rusted on open cans of fruit whilst mother took tutted every time we pass their house, taking in the grimy, opaque windows, the tattered curtains and peeling front door, I always cheque to see if there was another imaginative addition to the Mad Mitchell collection. I thought it was like a living sculpture, each object telling a storey which grew more complex with every new throwaway, charting the changing tastes and fortunes in their lives whose baby had gurgled in that pram. Why didn't they ever eat those tins of fruit? Was the mongoose once a dearly beloved pet, our loved hanging around the houses during this ritualistic skin, shedding, fascinated by the objects and memories behind all those shut doors intoxicated by the smells of disinfectant and coal tar soap, which complimented the sticky new buds adorning every tree, certain that something clean and brand new was about to happen?