Analysis Of 'The Nottingham Goose Fair'

“What are you doing today, Scarlett?”
“I can’t believe you’re asking me that question, mum.”
“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be going to the fair?”
I don’t bother answering, and instead I head out into the garden to watch dad. He’s been cleaning the car all morning, just like every Saturday, before he drives into town. Usually it doesn’t annoy me that he’s slow, but today I need to be out of here. I’ve got a fair to see!
The Nottingham Goose Fair is all I’ve thought about for the last month. It’s why I love October. Well, that and my birthday.
Since leaving college in May, I’ve been unsure whether to go to University or not, and I’m taking a year out until I decide. I’m almost nineteen and a “responsible person” as my mother says. “You
You know how your mother likes to fuss.”
“Don’t I!”
“Let’s get going then.”
We’re off! Now when I say that, I mean we’re actually on the road and moving--slowly--but moving nonetheless. I love my dad. He rocks. But...I wish he would drive just a smidgen faster. I know he’s being safe and all that, but it’s going to be dark by the time we get into town.
My dad is the greatest dad in the whole world. It’s possible every kid thinks that, I know, but I really mean it. He’s got the blackest hair I’ve ever seen and even though he’s in his fifties, there’s not a single grey hair. Weird or what? His eyes are blue and stand out against his dark hair. They’re kinda soft and gentle. Hard to explain but when he looks at me, even when he’s trying to be strict, I smile because he couldn’t look mean if he tried. I love my dad.
I love mother too. She can be overprotective, like all mothers. She drives me nuts when she nags and comes into my room without knocking, but she’s okay most of the time. She’s a bit younger than dad and she’s still a looker. I’ve seen photos from when she and dad were younger and she was stunning. Her hair’s a bit weird though too--it’s silver. She has green eyes; that’s where I get mine from. But my red hair? I have NO