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SHEEP BAA

There's a little bit of swelling, but I'd say it's healing nicely.

He's really in very good shape for a horse of his age, Mr Bushell.

He's always been a good worker, has Old Benjy.

Reckon it's time he took things easy.

Well, I can't think of a better place to see out your days.

Aye, you're not wrong there.

How's Bella doing? Aye, she's doing all right.

Should be calving by end of t'week.

Let's hope she has a better time of it with this one, eh?

Reckon she will. She's a sturdy little thing.

Ah, there it is.

Got it. Well done, Uncle Farnon.

Yes, definitely a rose thorn, I'd say.

I thought as much.

Yes, I caught sight of a couple of loose stems on a rambler earlier,

and Tricki came over to see what I was doing.

I warned him to be careful. Bit of a horticulturalist, is he?

Oh, Tricki takes an avid interest in gardens.

And we're determined not to let the manor grounds go to rack and ruin.

Yes, they really need to repair that gate down there.

I noticed the latch had come loose.

I know, I have mentioned it to Matron.

Don't want Tricki making a break for it.

Oh, he'd never do that.

Tricki and I have an understanding.

May I offer you a glass of lemonade before you go?

Oh, erm, well... Or a cucumber sandwich?

Lovely, thank you.

TRICKI PANTS

SIEGFRIED: # When thoroughly tired Of being admired

? By ladies of gentle degree, degree

? With flattery sated High-flown and inflated

? Away from the city We flee, we flee. ?

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

HE SIGHS

God...

Hello, chaps. All right?

Tristan!

Oh... Right, now, before you start,

a swift half after a long morning's work? Perfectly acceptable.

But that's a pint. And I doubt it's your first.

Well... Where did you come from? And where's the Rover?

Top road, far side of the bridge. Why have you left it there?

Because it's a beautiful day, and I fancied a stroll (!)

Why do you think? Oh, not again.

Seriously, Siegfried, it might be time to trade the old girl in.

Nonsense. It's a minor engine problem, that's all.

If that mechanic had a clue what he was doing,

he'd have fixed it properly the first time. Huh!

What? Is that...?

Good God. No, it can't be.

He wouldn't walk all that way. Well, apparently, he has.

Well, don't just stand there, man - get after him!

Tricki! Tricki. Here, boy!

Tricki! Here, boy!

What are we all doing in here?

We're making birthday cards for Auntie Audrey.

Hello, Daddy.

But first, Jimmy needs to practise his letters.

It's no good, Dad.

What? Nonsense. You're doing a fine job.

Mrs Morley says they need to all write their name on the board.

But my Js go the wrong way when people are watching.

You just need to practise.

Then you'll go in there, and you'll write it without even thinking.

It's just like when a vet learns how to do a new procedure.

Will you read me those stories again?

The one where they mend the cat's pelvis?

I tell you what. One more row of Js, then I'll show you an article

about putting a metal plate in a dog's leg - with pictures.

Brilliant! Pictures? Really?

Don't worry. They're so blurry, you can barely tell it's a dog.

Hm.

Mrs Pumphrey! Do not fear, I've found him. I beg your pardon?

Your little runaway. I did warn you about him getting out.

But that's not Tricki. What do you mean?

Tricki's just there.

What? But...

I've no idea who this interloper might be,

but it's certainly not my Tricki.

For one thing, I think you'll find this animal...

is a female.

Call yourself a vet, Mr Farnon?

MRS HALL: Oh, you're in a right mess, aren't you?

HELEN: She must've been running wild for days.

I'd say she's quite a bit younger than Tricki.

And you couldn't tell she were a bitch?

Well, clearly, I can now.

Mum, if she doesn't have a home...

No, love, we can't keep her. She's got to belong to someone.

Evie Rogers.

From the dress shop. She has her sister staying.

The one with the bad heart. I think she might have a Pekingese.

Hmm.

Right, well... I'll go and check, then, shall I?

Now, look here, Mr Wicks,

I can't bring the car over myself, that's the whole point!

And I'm not paying another callout charge

when you didn't fix the problem in the first place.

Yep, yep, I-I understand that but...

No, look... Oh, all right, well, just...

How much to...? How much?!

Look here, my good man...

DOROTHY: Only me!

MRS HALL: Oh, we're just getting started.

So, what's Edward got planned for that birthday of yours tomorrow?

You must be looking forward to seeing that granddaughter of yours.

Oh, I am.

But, er, Edward's working tomorrow now,

so I'll be seeing 'em next week.

Oh, you never said.

It's all right.

Means he can come down with Betty and Mary,

and we can make a proper day of it.

Right. Dad says it just opens like a door in the side of the cow.

One has to cut through several layers of tissue,

but it's a very promising development.

What are you talking about? Dorothy! I didn't know you were here.

Jimmy and I were just discussing advances in animal surgery.

All sounds rather gory. Comes with marrying a vet, I'm afraid.

Don't worry, you get used to it.

No luck, I take it? Not exactly.

Did you speak to Evie Rogers?

I did. And you were right, the dog does belong to her sister.

But she's had to move to a nursing home last week. Oh, no.

Evie says Tallulah here is running her ragged.

Tallulah? Apparently.

Evie feels terrible about it,

but she wants us to find a new home for Tallulah.

And if we can't? It's a bit too soon for that.

I'll speak to Sister Rose in the morning, see if she can take her.

Right, come on, you two. Let's get you cleaned up before dinner.

And let's find you summat to eat.

There we go.

So did you persuade Ted Wicks to go and collect the Rover?

Yes, he's bringing it round tomorrow.

Why not straight to the garage? Because I refuse to pay twice

for something which should have been done properly the first time.

I told him I'd fix it myself.

So... Audrey didn't tell you Edward had cancelled?

No, she never said a word.

Well, do you think we should do something instead?

We could have a special dinner.

Maybe. Or a little tea party, perhaps?

Then the children can be part of it.

That's a nice idea.

She's certainly done enough birthday teas for other people.

Though, if we're having a cake, baking's not really my strong suit.

Don't worry, I've got an idea about the cake.

I could make some vol-au-vents.

I think we can pull something together.

And the kids always love making decorations.

Siegfried! We need you.

We're thinking we might put on

a bit of a birthday tea for Audrey tomorrow.

Really? It's not that outlandish.

No, no. It's just not something we've ever done.

No, you're right. We wouldn't want to break with tradition.

I just mean she's never been one for a fuss.

Well, maybe she deserves one.

SOFTLY: Mary, Mary, Mary...

All right, then. Go straight through.

Happy birthday! Oh, what's all this?

We got you a bird whistle and some sweets. Thank you!

You're meant to let the person actually open the presents.

Look at the dogs!

I made you a crown.

Let me see.

And what a very good crown it is too. Thank you!

This is from me and James.

Good lad. Oh, thank you, love.

I hope you like it. PG Wodehouse, a particular favourite of mine.

Happy birthday!

It's to replace the ones I borrowed.

THEY CHUCKLE

And this is from me. A little light reading.

Many happy returns.

Thank you.

Oh, and, er, Dorothy said to say that she'd be here at one o'clock.

She will?

Sorry...

We're having a party!

We are? It's just a bit of tea and cake.

But we wanted to do something special.

Yes, and you're to put your feet up for the afternoon, do you hear?

You're going to be a lady of leisure.

Yes, I hope so too. What's the matter?

No go from Sister Rose. She's completely overrun at the moment.

Won't be able to take in another dog until one of them finds a home.

Come on, Tallulah, come on.

Come and get the biscuit. Everything all right?

SHE GASPS

Oh, look at the state of you.

Of course, if you're looking for someone

who might consider taking on a demanding pure-breed,

there's one obvious candidate.

I think she might have a meeting with the vicar this morning.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's out of the question.

Tricki is a unique animal.

He's also extremely sensitive.

It would disrupt our entire routine. How could you even suggest it?

Well, I thought perhaps as they are the same breed...

The breed is immaterial. It's a question of lineage.

And that dog was clearly nothing like Tricki.

But it'd be nice company for him - and for you.

And, you know, when...

Well, if one day, God forbid, in the distant, distant future,

there should possibly come a time when...

Tricki can never be replaced.

Hello, Vicar. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Now, all right. Come on, then.

DOG YIPS

Jess, let's leave her in peace, eh?

You too, Dash, that's it. Off you go, off you go!

She's certainly got a lot to say for herself. I think she's just nervous.

While I've got you - Mr Bushell called.

He said his cow's started calving,

but he's concerned she's not progressing,

so I said you'd look in after your morning visits.

Yes, of course. And, er, Mr Farnon asked

if by any chance you could give him a lift back from Bagshaw's farm.

He should be done around lunchtime.

Is he really going to try and fix the Rover himself?

Apparently.

It's not just the cost, it's the principle of the thing.

I suppose. If you're hired to repair a vehicle and you fail to repair it,

you can't charge someone to keep trying. I'm not so sure about that.

You wouldn't expect a vet to keep coming out for free.

Besides, didn't Ted warn you it'd keep happening

unless you replaced the part?

Of course he did, that's how they get you.

Aren't you taking the Brawton road?

Er, no, I just need to pop into the Bushell farm.

And in any case, the old part is still perfectly serviceable.

Afternoon. All right.

Mr Bushell.

COW MOOS

She's been paining since the early hours, Mr Herriot.

And she's been straining that hard, but there's still nowt happening.

All right. Well, if you can fetch me some soap and hot water,

I'll give her a proper examination.

Will do.

I don't like the look of that narrow pelvis.

No, I know. She had some trouble with her last calving,

but she came through in the end.

Well, it rather depends on the size of the calf, doesn't it?

Oh, dear. What happened here? Someone got into the pantry.

You naughty little thing. She just don't seem able to settle.

Right. Come on, you.

Let's go and have some quiet time in Siegfried's study, shall we?

Here, let me take that.

Why don't you sit down, and I'll put the kettle on?

Oh, no. I couldn't let you do...

It's supposed to be your afternoon off.

Not to mention, it's your birthday. Oh!

Maybe go and treat yourself to something nice.

I bet you've got some clothing coupons tucked away somewhere.

I don't really need anything.

But I'll be perfectly happy with my new book. All right.

Well, Helen'll be back soon.

So... you're not to lift a finger.

And that's an order, Wren Hall.

Aye-aye, Ma'am.

The pelvic opening is very narrow. But I can...

Oh, my word. I can feel two enormous hooves.

And, aye, that's the muzzle.

Siegfried, this calf is absolutely gigantic.

So it's no go?

I don't think so. There's just no room for it to come out.

If we let it proceed, chances are we'll lose both of them.

We'll need to break the news to Mr Bushell.

He may want to think about having her slaughtered for meat

while that's still a possibility.

You know, there is another option.

This would be the ideal time to do a Caesarean. A Caesarean?

Well, perhaps in theory...

...but I've never even seen one done on a cow. And neither have you.

True. But we've both read plenty of articles,

and it seems a fairly straightforward procedure.

I suppose it does. And the survival rates for both are very impressive.

But if we're going to try it, we need to move.

Of course, it's your case. If it makes you feel uncomfortable...

No, no, I think you're right.

If we do nothing, we know we'd lose mother and calf.

I think we suggest it. Nothing ventured... Good man.

So you'd have to cut her open?

Yes, we would. We'd make quite a large incision in her flank,

then open up the uterus and lift the calf out.

And that's something you can do now? Yes, it is.

I mean, it's not a procedure I've actually performed myself but...

It's a new method we've been studying,

and it's already saved countless cows and calves

that normally would have been lost.

And there's no way that calf'll come out otherwise?

I'm afraid not. Bella's pelvis is just too small for a calf that big.

Poor lass. And she's been trying so hard.

All right. If you think it could work.

She's a good little milker, you know.

I'd be reyt sorry to lose her.

In that case, we'll need two buckets of warm water, soap and towels,

and I'll need to boil some water for the instruments.

Siegfried, we might need more local anaesthetic. I'll get my bag.

MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY

DOG YIPPING

It's all right, I'm coming.

YIPPING CONTINUES

SHE CHUCKLES

Here you go.

No fun being stuck in here on your own, is it?

Why don't you and I go for a little walk?

Hmm? That's not breaking the rules, is it?

Come on.

What is it, eh? Don't you like walking?

Come on.

You all right there, Audrey? We're fine.

This one's just being a bit contrary.

Hey, you. Well, if she's anything like Tricki,

she'll be used to being carried everywhere. Maybe.

Well, we'll give her a few more minutes.

We may as well be out here as cooped up inside.

I don't think Dorothy meant to drive you out the house.

Oh, no, not at all. No, she's being very thoughtful.

You all are.

Don't worry, I'll make sure she don't burn the place down.

Don't be daft.

All right, I've anaesthetised the area.

If you can pass me the scalpel?

So I think I need to go in just below the rumenotomy site.

Just take your time.

HELEN: Sorry we're late.

Not to worry. I was just about to make sandwiches.

Hello, sweetheart. Are you going to help, too?

She'll certainly help you eat 'em. We ran into Audrey.

Oh, I hope Tallulah's behaving herself. Not especially.

But I think Audrey might be glad of the distraction. Why's that?

I just think she might be feeling a bit strange

about not being the one doing everything.

I hoped she'd enjoy having some peace and quiet. You'd think so.

Right, I'm through the peritoneum...

...but it's impossible to see anything.

You'll just have to work by touch.

I can feel a large organ.

You should be able to feel the outline of the calf.

There is something firm. It could be a leg.

And there's something else here.

I think it might be the head.

But I'm really not sure. I'm working blind here.

I mean, I'm assuming it's the uterus.

It's in the right place and it's fully distended, but...

Do you think it could be the rumen?

I don't know. Surely it's too low?

A cow that size might have displaced the organs.

True. And the hard areas could be compacted feed,

it's just so difficult to tell.

It would help if I'd ever seen a decent picture.

The photos in the articles were so damn blurry...

James, you have to make a choice or we're going to lose both of them.

Just trust your instincts.

That has to be the uterus.

It's in the right place, and that's got to be a leg.

If that's what you think, I'm sure you're right.

I'll start by making a small incision.

Oh, Christ...

...I've cut the rumen. OK, let's just keep calm.

The stomach contents are leaking out.

Just mop up as much as you can.

I need to get her stitched up so I can clean her out properly.

Here you are.

This really isn't good, Siegfried.

I've contaminated the abdomen.

RADIO PLAYS

MRS HALL: Tris? Hmm?

Do you have a minute?

The mechanic's brought the Rover back,

but he's left it blocking the entrance to the yard.

I don't know.

You know how Siegfried gets about people touching his car.

Apparently, he was adamant about fixing it himself.

I know, but...

if you could start the engine, just so we could move it a bit...

All right. Only cos it's your birthday.

You all right there, Dorothy?

I'm fine, thanks. Just needed a bigger plate.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll go. No, no, you're busy. I'll go.

Besides, you've to get Jimmy in a minute.

Is it that time already?

I've only just got Rosie to sleep. Where does the day go?

I'll keep an ear out for her. Thanks, Audrey. I won't be long.

DOORBELL RINGS

Now... don't get upset. I just don't want you running off.

Here. That should keep you going.

TALLULAH YIPS, DOORBELL RINGS

Just coming!

Mrs Pumphrey. What can I do for you?

My... My apologies for arriving unannounced, Mrs Hall.

But I've just come from the church,

and the vicar and I were discussing the community pantry, and I...

Oh, do say if this isn't a good time.

No. No, not at all. Please, come in.

So that were t'stomach you cut into, then?

I'm afraid so, Mr Bushell.

But we've cleaned her out the best we can. Right you are.

Now we just need open up the uterus and deliver the calf.

It's all right, girl. Steady now.

Siegfried, that contamination was massive.

She's bound to develop peritonitis as a result.

Yes, but right now,

we need to concentrate on getting the calf out alive.

That's it, lass. We'll look after you.

COW MOOS

Yes. There's definitely a smooth hard surface.

But if that's it, it's massive.

It feels like a sack of coal.

The weight of the calf

must've dragged it down onto the abdominal floor.

As I recall, the article said to exteriorise the uterus.

Not a chance.

I can't move it an inch. Are you sure?

You try! King Kong couldn't lift that out.

There's nothing to grab hold of.

All right. Well, then, we'll just have to cut into it in situ.

It's too far down. I won't be able to see what I'm doing.

You can do it. You just need to feel your way.

Wait. There.

I can feel the outline of a hoof.

Which means if I cut...

right here, then I should be able to get a rope around the hock,

and then we can just try and haul it out.

Scalpel, please.

All right, lass. You're all right.

The vicar feels it's been a resounding success.

He even thinks we should be extending our opening hours.

It's good to see it's being used so much.

I know.

It's actually a wonderful return to the medieval barter system.

Anyway, the vicar asked

if we had any further ideas we'd like to implement,

and I thought...

I'm sorry, I... Excuse me, Mrs Pumphrey, I just need to...

Not at all. Is the animal all right?

She's fine. Just doesn't like being on her own.

Tricki! Tricki, come here!

No, come on. You mustn't interfere.

Is it a particularly large dog?

No, no, nothing like that. She's a Pekingese, same as Tricki.

Now...

Tricki's not gonna hurt you.

Oh... I see.

This... This is the stray that Mr Farnon found.

Is she still here with you? For the moment.

Quite a sweet little thing, really.

Hmm. She's terribly matted.

We did try to brush her, but it seemed to make things worse.

Oh, well, it would. I mean, what you need

is a steel-pinned comb with a fine side and a coarse side.

Or better to, er, tease the fur out with one's fingers.

Mrs Pumphrey, where are my manners? Can I offer you a cup of tea?

No, no, no, no. I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble.

Oh, no, you wouldn't be.

No, actually, it's, er, it's my birthday today.

It is?

Oh, many happy returns, my dear.

Thank you.

Anyway, they're all insisting I sit down and put my feet up.

And you'd far rather be up and doing?

I'm much the same, myself.

Well, in that case,

I shall be delighted to stay and keep you company.

Very good!

Right, well, we won't be a moment.

So, what's the verdict?

Well, I can patch things up for now,

but without new parts, it'll just keep happening.

Even if Siegfried doesn't want to admit it.

I suppose he's had her a long time. He has.

And though he talks of innovation,

my brother rather clings to the familiar.

His regular armchair, his particular slippers.

Really? Thanks.

That's not how he seems to me.

Oh, well, no. You've well and truly shaken things up.

He's like a whole new man these days.

I hope that's a good thing. It's a very good thing.

ENGINE STARTS

There we go! Looks like there's life in the old girl yet.

Right. MRS PUMPHREY: 'There we are.'

You're really getting the hang of it.

It's actually rather satisfying.

MRS PUMPHREY CHUCKLES

You see, you just have to be patient.

And you really do this every day for Tricki?

Well, if one grooms them daily, they never get into this sort of state.

And Tricki enjoys his morning brush, don't you, darling?

Well, he's very lucky to have such a dedicated owner.

Oh, not at all.

It's a privilege to be able to care for the ones we love,

wouldn't you agree?

I suppose I would. Here we are - tea for two.

Oh, lovely. Oh, that's very kind. Thank you.

Sorry, Mrs Pumphrey, this is my friend Dorothy.

Dorothy. Oh, my dear, you've got a little, er...

Sorry! I've just been wrestling with some vol-au-vents!

Honestly, Dorothy, you're doing far too much.

Says the woman who never stops doing things for other people.

It must be a pleasant change, having someone else do all the cooking.

It's very nice.

Actually, Audrey, I'm so sorry.

I've been hunting high and low for your egg slicer.

Could you possibly...?

Ooh. Of course, I'll... I'll come and find it.

I don't think it's been used in a while.

Mrs Pumphrey,

would you mind taking Tallulah for a moment?

Oh, er, yes, I... I suppose so.

Thank you.

Tallulah, eh? Now, that is a name to conjure with.

COW MOOS

BOTH GRUNT AND SIGH

Dear God! Well, I think we can safely say it's a bull.

It's more like a bloody elephant. He's not for coming out, is he?

Apparently not.

All right, again on three. Higher angle.

One, two, three...

COW STRAINS

BOTH EXCLAIM AND PANT

He's a big lad, all right.

Will you look at the size of him?

No wonder she weren't progressing, poor lass.

There you are.

Come on, now. That's it.

That's it, come on.

I've never seen owt like it.

A particularly fine specimen. I need to close the uterus.

It looks like the incision tore quite badly as he came out,

but I can't see exactly...

Do you want me to try?

No. No, no, I'll do it.

The decorating committee's here!

I wrote my name on the board, Auntie Audrey.

Oh, well done, Jimmy. That's wonderful.

So much for you putting your feet up.

I've had plenty of that.

Right. Come on, then. Let's go and get your sister.

Hey, you're not supposed to be in here.

Oh, don't worry, I'm going.

I need to get back to Mrs Pumphrey in any case. Mrs Pumphrey's here?

She's helping me groom Tallulah. Oh, that sounds promising.

Very neat job. Aye, but we know what's inside.

I'd have done exactly the same as you.

He's a beauty, in't he? He certainly is.

How's she doing?

We've given her a good dose of sulphanilamide,

but the risk of infection is still very high.

I'm afraid there's a good chance

she may develop peritonitis over the next day or so.

Aye. Well, you did your best.

I'm so sorry, Mr Bushell. Nay, lad.

If it weren't for you, I'd have lost 'em both.

You've nowt to be sorry for.

Can you see there seems to be rather a hard knot of hair

between the pads of her paw?

All right. So if you'll hold her still for me. Yes.

Sweetheart, you are doing very well.

You know, I don't think that's just hair causing the problem.

Oh, you don't? No.

I think she might've torn off one of her claws.

SHE GASPS Poor little mite.

Thanks to us, Mr Bushell now has a strong and healthy calf.

But his healthy cow will probably be dead in a matter of days.

That would have happened either way. You know that.

JAMES SIGHS SOFTLY

Yes, she's more or less ripped off her claw.

It was only the matted hair keeping it in place.

No wonder she weren't keen on walking.

Will she be all right? Oh, she'll be fine.

I just need to remove the remaining part of the nail

so it doesn't become infected.

But how could this have happened?

Her last owner said she was forever scratching at the door.

She must've damaged it then. It must have been agonising.

Right, there we go.

Er, Mrs H, would you mind possibly fetching me

a small bandage from the dispensary?

She really is rather a dear little thing.

She is.

I just hope we can find her a new owner. Mm.

And preferably one who has the sense to keep her claws clipped. Mm.

Well, it's time Tricki and I were going home.

HE SIGHS

Sorry, old girl. Gave it our best shot, didn't we?

Hey?

Ready? I don't actually know where I am.

Open up...

AUDREY GASPS

Just look at all this.

Oh, I really feel quite spoiled.

Do you like the paper chain, Auntie Audrey?

Oh, I do, very much.

Oh, and these place cards. They're wonderful.

You all right? Yeah, fine.

Are we having speeches? Oh, no. Now, you promised.

Not speeches, merely a toast.

To Mrs Hall - many happy returns of the day,

and thank you for keeping us all in order

and for putting up with our nonsense.

Mrs Hall. ALL: Mrs Hall!

Our Aud!

And I believe Dorothy has found you a special treat.

Now, it's not strictly a birthday cake, but...

Are they...? Eccles cakes.

Like the ones my cousin used to send from Clitheroe.

I can't believe you remembered.

They were Auntie Audrey's favourites when I first knew her.

She once ate four in one go. Oh!

Auntie Audrey!

I did have a bit of a sweet tooth when I were younger.

Right, let's eat. Yes.

CHATTER

I see, er, they brought the Rover back, Siegfried.

Yes, and that mechanic's a bloody fool.

Siegfried! Well, he is.

I gave her a little tune-up, and she started first time.

So he obviously hasn't got the first clue what he's talking about.

Hmm...

Vol-au-vent?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, DOOR OPENS

Well, apparently, that was the most exciting tea party ever.

I thought they'd never fall asleep.

Probably all the Eccles cakes.

So, was it a tough case today?

Aye. We attempted our first bovine Caesarean.

And how did it go?

Not too well. We delivered the calf...

...but it'll be a miracle if the mother survives.

Would she have survived otherwise? No.

No, I don't think so. The calf was too big.

But I made a mistake, I cut the rumen instead of the uterus.

Well, it can't have been easy. You'd never done it before.

And the farmer still came out of it with a live calf.

He did.

It's a good result, then, in't it?

You're right.

It's just...

It's just been a long day.

Well done. What for?

Mrs Hall.

She really enjoyed her little celebration.

I think she did in the end. It was a very nice thing to do.

You know, Siegfried, we haven't really talked about

the practical side of things, have we?

In what way?

Well, what's going to happen in the future,

where we'll live, those kinds of things.

No, I suppose we haven't.

Not yet. Because this is Tristan's home.

And James and Helen's, it's where they're raising their children.

But most of all...

...it's Audrey's.

She doesn't just work here.

It's like you said, she's the one who holds it all together.

So, what are you saying? Audrey's my friend.

I couldn't expect her to keep house for us.

So...

I think it might be fairer to everyone if we thought about

finding somewhere else to live once we're married.

Right. Yes, I... I see.

Good!

SHUFFLING

WHISPERING: James? It's all right, go back to sleep.

Where are you going? I want to check on Mr Bushell's cow.

It's very early. I know. I won't be long.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Pumphrey?

I am so sorry for this appallingly early hour, Mrs Hall,

but we simply had to come.

Tricki and I didn't sleep a wink last night. You'd better come in.

We've talked it all over a number of times, and... Thank you.

...the fact is, we know it will be an enormous adjustment.

But we...

we just couldn't live with ourselves if we did nothing.

DOG YIPS

BOTH DOGS YIP

LIVELY CHATTER

What's going on?

They're friends, Dad, look!

Honestly, it's as if Tricki were a puppy again.

It's quite remarkable.

He certainly seems to have found a new lease of life.

ALL LAUGH

How'd you get on? Any news?

As yet, Bella is showing no signs of infection.

Well, I'll be damned. Mm.

I don't know how or why, but it's certainly no thanks to me.

What utter insanity is this?

I can hear you all the way up in the attic.

Mrs Pumphrey is gonna take Tallulah.

She is? You are?

We are.

Tricki and I have decided we have room in our hearts for another love.

Who would have thought it?

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