Notes On A Scandal Page #2

- Barbara Covett.

[ Nervous Chuckling ]

[ Barbara Narrating ]

Her voice is pure...

as ifher mouth

were empty and clean...

as if she'd never had a filling.

The complexion of a white peach.

One can almost see her veins.

Her trendy politics

are similarly transparent.

We serve them best

if we teach them to read, write and add.

They don't need to know

about the basket weavers of Chile.

- Barbara's very keen on the basics.

- But when you started...

I mean, didn't you want to

give them a real education...

to help them overcome the poverty

of their backgrounds?

Oh, yes, of course.

But one soon learns that

teaching is crowd control.

Come here!

We're a branch

of the social services.

Put that back, you!

[ Indistinct Shouting ]

Console yourself with the gems.

That's when it's satisfying.

Then you can make a real difference.

The rest is just

cattle prod and pray.

[ Barbara Narrating ]

I can see why others are beguiled by her.

Oh, hello.

But I wonder if she possesses

the requisite heft.

- Do you fancy a coffee?

- Yeah.

- [ Woman ] Sheba!

- [ Phone Beeping ]

- Sorry. L-

- That's the year 11 s. They're a nightmare.

- Sue, do you want to join us?

Just going for a quick coffee.

- Great.

Um- [ Clears Throat ]

I've got a bit of an announcement.

You're leaving St. George's?

- No.

- Oh, you're pregnant.

That's fantastic.

Oh, congratulations.

When are you due?

- June the 7th.

- A summer baby. How lovely.

I can't believe that nobody's noticed.

I'm 14 weeks.

- Oh.

- Didn't you see how chunky I'm getting?

Didn't like to say.

Where are you having it?

- Homerton. It's really nice there.

- [ Sheba ] Oh, right.

Lovely, friendly nurses.

I'm going to find out

at the next scan- 20 weeks.

Do you want to come

to lunch on Sunday?

- Where?

- To mine. To our house.

- Won't you be with your family?

- Yes, but you're very welcome.

Oh, it's no big deal.

I'll just do a lasagna or something.

I adore lasagna.

[ Barbara Narrating ]

Bliss. A merry flag...

on the arctic wilderness

of my calendar.

One must make an effort

when one receives an invitation.

The art of it is seeming not to.

Lasagna tends

to disagree with my bowels.

I'll ask for a small portion.

- Oh, I think I've got the wrong house.

- No. You're bang on.

- I'm Richard. Come in.

- Oh.

I'm sorry. I thought-

- That I'd be 20 years younger

and twice as handsome.

- [ Door Closes ]

- Bash!

- [ Sheba ] The kitchen's on fire!

Sorry if you were out there long.

The, uh-The bell's knackered.

- Hi, Barbara.

- Hello.

Oh, what a splendid room.

What can I get you? We're, uh-

We're semi-pro drinkers here. You name it.

[ Barbara ]

I would like a dry sherry, please.

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