There was no dyslexia in those days. You sat at the back with raffia.
She was low; she had post-natal depression. She showed me the baby. And then I had it as well.
Tomorrow's play is Fitted Kitchen, Ill-Fitting Relationships, and it stars... someone I don't like, I'm afraid.
You could be in tears every night watching the news. Ethiopia, Serbia, the Kurds. We have Gardener's World on now, it's a lot less harrowing.
"You know that film where he lives in a windmill and the sweets make a noise and Barbara Windsor's got a long skirt on?"
"No."
"And there's a car that flies."
"Chitty Chitty Bang Bang."
"What's the soup dear?"
"Country vegetable."
"What country, Taiwan?"
He's embraced the idea of the plunge neckline and applied it to the back of his trousers.
I went camping years ago with my boyfriend in this little green canvas thing that a Scoutmaster had been arrested in in 1957.
I'm sure it's very alluring in the bedroom but you can't be fiddling with your crotch when there's a queue building.
Have you always been a bit thick, Christine, or did you have to do an evening class?
