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I finished a new draining board, darling! Oh, lovely. Fits over the edge. Removable before cleaning. What, with that and the new cooker Games We’re in clover! There. Bang on! Ugh! It says here over two million unemployed. I’m lucky to be a milkman, Ette. I hate coal under the stairs. Coal dust gets everywhere and it’s so common. Ha! I’ll build a brick bunker in the garden, then. That’d be lovely. What do you reckon, Ette? Ho-ho-ho! Oh, Ernest, it’s far too big. I’ll make some nice loose covers. Came out of a posh hotel. A bargain! I’ve made a curtain for under the tank. It’ll hide the pipes. I’ll keep my outdoor clothes there. The pipes will dry them off. Oh, but your coats smell of stale milk, Ernest. Yeah, sorry. Do you think you’ll ever be promoted? I blooming fear. Not me. Yard foreman, stuck in a tin shed all day, adding up rows of figures? Blow that for a lark. I like the fresh air! I could have married Games a deep-sea diver. Well, why didn’t you? Because Games I didn’t love him. Why do you keep that picture of a baby on the wall? Why do you think? Well, it’s not a relative, is it? We’ve been married over two years. I’ll soon be . Oh. Eh. Don’t cry. I’m sorry. Oh, shush, shush, shush. Mm. I know. I know. Evening Standard. Night news, night news. Hitler wins power in Germany. Here you go, Rich. Ta, Ern. Evening Standard. Oh, no. Hitler wins power in Germany. This bloke, Adolf Hitler, says they’re publishing his book over here. Mein Kampf, it’s called. Oh! That’s nice of him. Huh? Ette! Surprise, dear. Oh. New mirror! It’s lovely. How ever did you get it home? I walked it back on my bike pedal. How much was it? Only half a dollar. I got it off of didicoy down-home. I’ve got a surprise for you too. Oh, yes? I’ve been to Games um Games the doctor. Oh Games And? You mean? Mm. We’re Games ? Yeah. We’re going to Games ? Yippee! I can’t believe it. Oh, Ette! Happy birthday, darling. Oh, Ernest. And your card. They get bigger every year. This one is all padded. Bit my best present isn’t due until January.


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