Robert Nurden

You can take mine off my hands at the weekend,
if you’ve got nothing else on, that is.
The little terrors!
We always wondered why you never had any of your own –
You seemed the type, if you know what I mean.
You know, paternal. Shame.
It would have been the making of you.
Well, as I was saying, Sunday would be fine.
Let me know how you’re fixed.
You’ve met them, haven’t you?
Jamie. He’s six, can be a bit of a handful, to be honest.
His heart’s basically in the right place though.
Really bright. Mrs Sanderson was singing his praises
At parents’ evening. We’ve got high hopes for him.
Melissa? Well, Melissa’s Melissa at the end of the day,
A law unto her little self.
I suppose she’s too young to listen to reason.
She hates dolls, by the way. Loves trains.
Would you believe it, after all we’ve done for her?
Supports Chelsea. Blue’s her favourite colour.
Jamie couldn’t give a toss about footy.
Always got his head in books about the planets.
An astronomical obsession, you might say!
Is everything alright?
You’re not saying much.
Sure you’re OK?
Right, don’t forget about Sunday, will you?
You can pick them up about 10.
Let me know if there’s an issue.
Thanks.
Bye. Bye.