Woman in a Dressing Gown Page #5

- You're not going out again tonight, Bri?

Mum, I told you I was.

I was gonna give you a nice bit of steak

but our butcher's was shut.

- I'll do you some eggs.

- All right, but hurry.

- (Piano plays single notes)

- (Woman) 'Billy, get away from there.'

(Man) 'They have a long history

of conflict with the law.'

- (Radio static)

- Mum, for once!

Just for once,

can't we listen to our own voices?

- (Big band plays on radio)

- Just finding a bit of music.

- What time's Dad coming in?

- Soon, I expect. Why?

They're holding a debate at the club

tonight and I'm speaking for the motion.

You're making a speech?

I mean, an actual speech?

Why not? I've done it before.

Well, what do you want your dad for?

I just thought he might

run over my notes, see?

Couldn't I help?

Do you believe

a scientist's loyalty to humanity

is more important

than his loyalty to his own country?

I'll get your tea.

Tea, tea.

Tea, tea.

Postcard from your Aunt Ethel, Bri!

She's at Hastings.

- What does she say?

- Wonderful weather, she says.

Ooh, your eggs.

- Mum, you didn't iron my grey shirt.

- I'll iron it while you're eating.

I can air it by the fire.

- What fire?

- I only lit it half an hour ago.

Eggs, eggs!

I don't know what you do all day.

Well, I like that! I've been on my feet

since seven this morning!

If you think you can do any better,

why don't you stay home and try?

I'd like to see you!

Tea.

Tea.

Tea, tea.

Tea and coffee.

- What shirt's that?

- My brown one.

That shirt's been good to you, Bri.

You've had it two years at least,

and it wasn't here.

I shan't wait to eat now, Mum.

I want to speak to Christine before

the debate. I'll have something later.

Your young woman can wait. You're not

going out with nothing in your stomach.

- I haven't got time to wait, I...

- Wait.

Bit of cotton.

That means you'll have a letter.

I'm sorry I wasn't ready with your tea

today, Bri. I swore I'd be ready today.

All right, Mum, don't worry.

Don't be late. Love to Christine.

(Door shuts)

(Flames crackling)

Ooh, no.

Bri's right. I must organise.

Jimbo's supper.

Fire. Light the fire.

(Classical music playing)

(Classical music playing)

- That you, Jimbo?

- (Jim) Who else?

(Classical music continues playing)

Jimbo.

Look, all ready. No waiting, not a minute.

- I made up my mind.

- Good service.

I made up my mind

that today it would all be ready.

Fillet of plaice and chips and apple tart.

Apple tart with cream.

I got the cream from the milkman today.

- Smells good.

- Oh, I can do it.

If I set my heart to do something,

I can usually do it.

Amy, I'm not all that hungry.

Jimbo! You'll do just as you're told. Eat.

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