Have you got the list?
What list?
The card list?
What card list?
The Christmas card list.
Why should I have the Christmas card list? That’s your job. You write them. That’s nothing to do with me.
Well I can’t find it. Are you sure you don’t know where it is?
No idea. I could guess, if you like.
That’s no help. Don’t be flippant. There are hundreds to write, I have to get started. Have you any clue where it could be? At all.
Is it in the bureau?
It was in the old house.
Where do you keep it here? Oh! I know! In the kitchen drawer!
That was in Inkerman Terrace.
Was it? We lived in the kitchen there.
We did. It was because of the children really, it was the warmest room in the house.
It was, especially the year that David set fire to the sprouts.
Oh good heavens yes. We had to spend the holiday next door with Miss Macready until the roof was safe.
That miserable old bat. It was the happiest Christmas she ever had.
I don’t think she had anyone, you know.
I’m not surprised, she was awful and she drank like a fish. There were all those bottles of sherry in the downstairs lav. Remember?
I remember you having to go every time with David after he spent an hour in there and came out bouncing off the walls.
Do you remember that awful trifle she made for the children that was just a bowl of sherry with a couple of biscuits floating on it? And then she was upset when you wouldn’t let them have it.
Olivia was only three! David wanted it though. Oh, happy days.
Happy days. I wonder where she is now?
Olivia’s in Cardiff.
I meant Miss Macready. I know Olivia’s in Cardiff. Have you sent her a card and the presents?
No. I can’t find the card list. Have you any idea where it is?
I don’t know. Where do you keep it?
If I knew that I wouldn’t be asking.
Why don’t you phone Olivia and ask her where she lives?
Cardiff. She lives in Cardiff. Just off that roundabout. I know what it looks like, I just can’t remember the exact address.
Something Road , I think. Why don’t you ring Olivia and ask her where she lives?
I can’t do that.
Yes you can. Go on.
No I can’t.
Of course you can.
I can’t, I really can’t.
I’ll do it, if it worries you.
You can’t do it either.
Why ever not?
I’ve lost my little phone book.
Oh for goodness sake. Where do you usually keep it?
With the Christmas card list.
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