Every other day of the week, the Colonel and his ailing wife fight a constant battle against poverty and monotony, scraping together the dregs of their savings for the food and medicine that keeps them alive. Fridays are different. But until then the bird - like the Colonel and his wife - must somehow be fed... Whilst he waits for the cheque, his hopes are pinned on his prize bird and the upcoming cockfighting season. But on Fridays the postman comes - and that sets a fleeting wave of hope rushing through the Colonels ageing heart. For fifteen years hes watched the mail launch come into harbour, hoping hell be handed an envelope containing the army pension promised to him all those years ago.
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