This Happy Breed Page #3

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when I got me discharge in March, '18.

Nora - that's my missus -

She would have come herself tonight...

only she's feeling a bit

under the weather.

You see we're expecting a little stranger

any day now and -

Oh! It's not her first, is it?

No, no, no. We've got a boy, 14.

Wants to be a sailor.

Here, we've got to

celebrate this somehow.

I'll tell you what. I've got a bottle of

Johnnie Walker next door. Won't take a minute.

You two sit here.

I'll go and get Sylvia's Wincarnis.

Oh, dear.

[Clears Throat]

It won't take a minute

to get the Johnnie Walker.

Here, whose dugout

do you think this is?

- You sit down.

- All right.

I'll, uh - I'll pop in

and have one with you later.

- You got a job yet?

- Yes, I had a bit of luck.

A chap called Tickler in my regiment

was running a sort of travel agency...

in Oxford Street before the war.

Well, he was the first one I run into

when I got back last April.

He'd started his business again. Things was

beginning to pick up, and he gave me a job.

- A travel agency, eh? Whew.

- [Chuckles]

Tours of the battlefields,

I'll thank you.

[Laughs]

That's a good one.

Some people certainly do have queer ways

of enjoying themselves, don't they?

You've got kids, haven't you?

I remember you talking about 'em.

Yeah, three. Two girls and a boy.

They're with Ethel's aunt in Broadstairs.

We didn't want them under our feet

while we was moving in.

- How old are they?

- Reg, the boy, he's 12.

Queenie's 13,

and Vi, she's 14.

Here you are.

Supper will be ready in a minute.

Are you sure you won't stay...

and take potluck with us,

Mr. Mitchell?

Thanks very much, Mrs. Gibbons,

but I really must get back.

Will you ask your wife when it would be

convenient for me to pop in and see her?

- Anytime. Anytime at all.

- Well, I'll be sayin' good night, Mr. Mitchell.

- Aren't you going to have a drop, dear?

- No, dear. It would spoil me supper.

- Now, don't be long.

- Don't forget.

- If there's anything you're wanting -

- Thanks very much, I'm sure.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Here you are, old man.

- Thanks.

It tastes a bit funny,

but it's better than nothing.

Happy days!

- [March]

- [Cheering]

[No Audible Dialogue]

Took me four years to learn

the words to this song.

- Well, sing it then.

- Eh?

- Sing it.

- [Scatting]

Madelon, Madelon, Madelon

There's our lot. Oh, doesn't it

make you wish you hadn't been demobbed?

[Crowd]

Like the boys of the old brigade

Eyes right!

[Children Chattering]

[Bell Jingling]

Hope the sun stays out. Miss Whitney's

been to Wembley four times...

and it poured with rain every time.

- Have you got your mac, Queenie?

- It's not a mac, it's a Burberry.

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