Vote for Huggett Page #2

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- Now what's he done?

Some silly fool writes in, suggesting the war

memorial should be a lido and pleasure garden,

and he's got to go and print it.

Well, there's no harm in that, surely?

No harm? Suppose people take him seriously?

They won't. Everyone knows your community

centre scheme is the one the council will accept.

Not yet. The report

won't come up for a couple of months.

And when it does, it'll be passed.

It goes without saying.

You've got a clear majority on the council.

That's just the trouble -

I've only a working majority.

If some Independents

decide to vote with the Progressives,

they might easily upset the whole thing.

- If they did, would it be the end of the world?

- It might easily be.

If my community-centre scheme goes through,

the council will buy that land

on Maddox Avenue.

- Doesn't that belong to Jim?

- It's in Jim's name.

and the building contract.

- But you'll get that, anyway.

- I'm not so sure.

Lidos are not in our line.

Don't worry, love. It'll all come right.

It had better.

- Morning, sir.

- Morning.

- Morning, Huggett.

- Good morning, sir.

- I hear you've been bursting into print.

- Just a few lines.

- Not a bad suggestion, I thought.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

And I liked something else about your letter.

It was terse, crisp and businesslike.

Not a word wasted.

- Well, that's nice of you to say so.

- Some would have waffled on.

But you knew when to stop. Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

- Good morning, Susan.

- Morning, Mr Lever.

Saxton-Wallace would like you to ring them.

Oh, all right. Get them for me, will you?

By the way, I didn't know

you came from a literary family, Susan.

- Oh, you'd be surprised!

- That was quite a smart letter of your father's.

You should see him when he's really roused.

Well, it was a good idea.

Where does he think this lido ought to be?

Down by the river, I suppose.

That's where lidos generally are, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, I suppose it is.

Only cod today, I'm afraid, Mrs Huggett.

- Oh, dear. What, again?

- Afraid so.

I see that your good man

has been rushing into print.

- Oh, you read that?

- Naturally.

A splendid idea.

- Here we are. One and nine.

- Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Ah, Mrs Huggett.

Just been wrapping your old man a bit of cod.

That's the stuff to shake 'em up!

Call themselves a council?

Feathering their own nests - that's what.

Got a nice bit of plaice.

Mum's the word, you know.

Cod. Two bob.

Why, Grandma!

I didn't know you ever came to Mackrill's.

I don't. But they've had nothing but cod

at Mason's all week.

And if there's one thing I can't abide, it's cod.

My stomach just revolves on me at the sight.

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