Oh Darling
‘This aftershave you got me doesn’t half sting!’
‘Well, I think you smell very nice.’
‘Sting.’
‘You’ll live, don’t worry. You’re not going to wear that shirt, are you?’
‘Why not?’
‘It makes you look like a grandfather. Here, put this on.’
‘But I—’
‘And you’d better change those trousers while you’re at it.’
‘I thought you liked them?’
‘I do. But they don’t go with that shirt.’
‘Er, I’m in a bit of a rush, darling.’
‘Aren’t we all! That spot’s not getting any better, is it? Did you put any cream on it?’
‘Yes.’
‘When?’
‘Last night.’
‘Come here. It won’t take a moment. When are you going to get your hair cut?’
‘Next week.’
‘You said that last week. Now, don’t forget the meeting.’
‘What meeting?’
‘With Joe’s teachers!’
‘Ah, yes, I might not be able to make it. I’m doing interviews again—’
‘What’s more important? Your teachers or Joe’s teachers?’
‘Er—’
‘Don’t answer that. Come on! I thought you said you were in a hurry?’
‘Forget something?’
‘Pendrive.’
‘What about your briefcase?’
‘Oh, I suppose I’d better take that as well. Just in case. Ha! Just in case. Get it?’
‘Bye, darling.’
‘Bye.’