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(Street vendors shout)
- Morning, Doctor.
- Morning, Jake.
- Nice, healthy weather.
- Afraid so.
(Thinks) Mrs Foggerty's medicine. Don't say I...
That's a relief anyway.
Not that it'll do the old hag any good.
Ah, well. Only give me indigestion.
Knot. What the devil's that for?
- I beg your pardon.
- OK. No harm done.
Funny how we take them for granted now.
Just as if they were our own boys.
Now, what the devil did I tie that knot for?
- Just listen to that child.
Bless my soul, woman, don't bounce it.
Babies! Of course.
The Colters' baby. Buy it a birthday present.
Gosh, I feel that here I'm walking in a battlefield.
Folks battling with themselves.
Winter 1940, 1941.
Take down the blackout, Ruby,
while I light the stove.
Oh, well, another day.
Still here aren't we? That's something.
- Any letters for me?
- Any letters for Wilma?
Hold on. You can get them on the counter.
- Dole them out will you, love?
- Very well.
Oh, please. You mustn't do that.
- That's for Ted Purvis, ain't it?
- Yes, but you're not him. Are you?
Cup of tea, Ted.
Mark it "not known" or "lost in the Blitz"
- Shove it back on the pile quick.
- OK Ted.
Don't forget our date, will you, Tilly?
- Yes, all right. Hurry up, Vera.
Hang on a minute, Till.
I'll walk along with you.
Afraid I can't wait, Mr Purvis.
- Do come on, Vera.
- All right.
Play that on your Aunt Kate's piano, Mr Purvis.
I bet you half a dollar
she'll look round to see if I'm coming.
- Half a dollar you owe me.
- I never took it.
- Surprised at you, Ted.
Not the type you usually go for.
Oh, I like 'em hard to get once in a while.
M a kes a change
- Yes, Ted.
- We bring any down last night, Fred?
- Don't say.
Here's the lodger, Ma.
- Ah, bacon.
- Morning, Tom.
Hello, Mrs C. Morning, Tilly.
How's the loving couple?
Meeting only to part, as usual.
Fred's off to bed and I'm off to work.
When it's not that, it's the other way round.
Talk about romance.
- Why not try and get on the same shift?
- No use asking Fred.
If I left it to him
we'd never have even got married.
Here's your breakfast, Vera.
What, no bacon?
Suppose the lodger gets my ration.
Get on with it or you'll be late for school.
Gertie, Gertie, Gertie, Gertie.
(Whistles) Come on, old girl.
It's your last day here.
Better make the most of it.
Come on. Hop it, the lot of you.
(Sighs) That's right. Do yourselves a bit of good.
- Off to bed?
- That's right.
Your day off, isn't it?
Doing anything in particular?
- Well, I can guess.
She's got a date.
You shut up and get on with your breakfast.
Do you have to talk in front of her,
with her big ears?
- Time she was at school.
You know she's been upset
since Jim's leave was put back.
- Upset? Pleased, more like it.
- You've no right to say that.(0.00 / 0 votes)
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