I bet you can't wait to see what happens in this chapter. Me neither, lol.

As usual Albert, Harold and Hercules belong to the geniuses that are Alan Simpson and Ray Galton.

Chapter 6

Harold crept in as quietly as he could but had forgotten just what his father could be like. He was about to tiptoe upstairs when he heard;

"Where the bleeding hell have you been all night?" Although he wanted to get his things and leave as speedily as he could he knew there would have to be a confrontation. He walked slowly into the living room where Albert sat glaring at him.

"Did you call Father?"

"Don't give me that you arrogant little worm. Where were you last night? I know you weren't home because I waited up for you."

"I don't believe you. I'm a grown man, I can stay out all night if I want to, and I don't have to explain myself to you."

"Yes you do, I'm your father." Harold finally gained the courage to say what he had longed to for years.

"You have never been my father, you have never cared about me. When have I ever received help from you or any praise at all for anything I have done? All you have done all through my life is bring me down, send me out to work and leech off me. I have not had a life all the time I have been here with you and I have had enough. I am leaving here for good. I am going to collect my things and go to start a new life without you." Albert was stunned at this outburst but was still able to speak.

"And where are you going to go? What are you going to do for money? You'll be crawling back here within a week." Instead of replying Harold went up to his room where he collect his clothes and few precious possessions. He looked around at the room where he had spent most of his life then left it and closed the door.

When he got back downstairs Albert was still in the living room.

"I'm off now Father, I don't know when I will see you again. I wish you all the best."

"Ha! I told you, you'll be back here in less than a week."

"That is where you are wrong." Said Harold. "I have a place to live and a new job starting Monday."

"But what about me? What am I going to do for money? Who is going to take the cart out?"

"I don't know and I don't particularly care. Goodbye Father." As he left the house, closing the door behind him, he could hear Albert calling after him.

"Harold! Harold! Come back, don't leave a poor old man on his own. Harold!"

Harold kept going.

AN I felt this needed a chapter of its own, sorry it's so short.