it took a few more seconds to unravel and become fully apparent , but there was no escaping the sepia evidence as it steadily unfolded terraced houses choc-a-bloc with gossip , parochial cars waiting for the soapy lather of sunday attention , a bus driver and his conductor in no hurry at the terminus , the tiny patch of mud and grass that doubled-up for kiss-catch and the cup final , the mongrel dog that flecked for fleas , ignored affection and witnessed everythingunmistakably , this was the street where matson had grown-up as a child .