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(toots horn)

Up to here. What do you think?

There's plenty of room.

I'm sure it's fine, James.

(Music big-band music)

Aren't you going to help him?

You don't want us all doing that, Mum. Someone might see.

- You ought to show a bit of interest. - We'll have to play tennis all summer.

Not quite. I don't think it'll get that far.

Yes… See? No problem with the space. Soon have it sorted out.

- With help from the cricket club. - Thought it was a tennis court.

If we can get that roller up here, use the white-liner for the court…

What a marvellous way to spend summer, eh?

Seems straightforward.

Yes. Nothing to it.

Balls - they'll be the problem.

Have to put some netting up, stop them flying off at the end.

- Never find them in there, would we? - The vegetable plot.

Yes, well, that needs sorting out too. Something else for me to get down to.

- (phone rings) - Oh! Knew it was too good to last.

Does, er, Susie Thornton play tennis?

What's that supposed to mean?

Your summer afternoons won't be up to much, just playing with me, Mum and Dad.

I don't think Susie's any of your business.

I just wondered how her ewe was.

(mutters) Girls!

(Music romantic ballad)

No, Mr Lawrence, of course not. Don't worry, I'll come out straight away.

Bye.

- I've got to pop out to Bardon Farm. - Right.

That was Angie's dad. Pony's not too good.

- What's the matter with him? - Examination first, diagnosis afterwards.

- Can I come? - Um… Well, yes, if you'd like.

- See you later, darling. - Bye.

Seemed a bit stiff the last few days.

- You been riding him, Angela? - I've been away.

I knew he wouldn't like me being away.

It's t'other way round - it were a holiday for the pony!

D'you know what it is?

Not absolutely certain. Still, he does look stiff, doesn't he?

- It's nothing serious, is it, Mr Herriot? - No! We'll get through it.

Won't we, Sinbad, eh?

- Rosie, get the penicillin, would you? - Yes, Dad.

- Thanks. - I'll come with you.

Is he eating?

He's chewing, but having difficulty swallowing.

Accidents? Cuts, broken skin?

Not really. Well, there was a bit of a graze a fortnight back - Ieft foreleg.

Well, you can't see the scars.

Nevertheless…

- You think it's tetanus, James? - I'm pretty sure it is.

But it is in the first stages. Let's see what a course of penicillin can do.

- She thinks the world of this horse. - Yes, I know.

Well, don't tell her. No need to worry her unduly.

Thanks. Angela, hold that, would you?

More exercise'll do us all good. It'll be fun, too.

Especially for someone watching me play, tennis not being my strongest point.

I know, Dad.

- Is Sinbad going to be all right? - I hope so.

Is it tetanus? That can be very bad, can't it? Especially in horses.

Yes. I think the penicillin will deal with that.

- Didn't say anything to Angela, did you? - No. I thought it would frighten her.

- You should be asleep, young lady. - But it's Sunday tomorrow.

All right. Just another five minutes, then lights out. Night-night.

Night.

(sighs)

- Tea. - Thank you.

- Rosie's quite serious, you know, James. - What?

She's talked about being a vet for months.

She's talked about it since she was four. My chief gate-opener.

I think this is a bit different.

She's 12! Bit soon to be thinking about a career.

Is that how you felt when Jimmy decided he wanted to be a vet?

Just give her a bit of encouragement. It means a lot to her.

Well, she wants to come on my rounds during the holidays -

if that doesn't put her off…

Look, I thought I might send off for one of these cold-frame kits,

make a start on the vegetable plot.

- Well, it's better than what's there now. - They do seem very reasonable.

Think of all those early vegetables. Could save a few quid, too.

Yes… There is a bit more to it, you know, than just plonking them down.

There's a lot of hard work involved.

I don't think you can ever accuse me of being afraid of hard work, Helen.

We'll have her back to you this afternoon, Mrs Pettinger.

- You do think it's best, Mr Farnon? - Oh, I do indeed. Absolutely the thing.

I did have Gemima, you know, done, but… I couldn't cope now, though.

She's the spitting image of Gemima, isn't she?

Yes, she is, isn't she?

When Gemima died I thought I wouldn't have another one, but when I saw her…

- What's her name? - Prudence.

Well, you leave her with us, Mrs Pettinger. She couldn't be in better hands.

Oh, I know that, Mr Farnon.

- Come on now, Patience. - Prudence.

Beg your pardon. Prudence.

- Shall we say this afternoon at five? - That'll be fine.

- Goodbye. - (coos to cat) Goodbye.

Hello, Mr Vandable. Shan't keep you a moment.

Come on, Prudence or Patience or whatever you're called, in you pop.

Oops… There you go.

There's a good cat.

Right, then, Mr Vandable, bring him in.

Best breed of dog in the world, this.

Just a bit tricky to lift, aren't they, with that deep breastbone. Up you come.

Now we'll have a feel how that lump's going and then we'll give him his jab.

No, I'm very grateful, Tris. It's just the job.

Yes. Let me get that address down.

Right, got that. Good. Thanks a lot, Tris.

See you later. Bye.

Thank you, that'd be lovely.

That was Tris. Someone in Broughton's selling some netting.

- For the tennis court. - Oh, good. How much?

I don't suppose it'll be much. It's old fishing net.

- Not much use in Broughton. - Exactly.

- Can I come on the rounds today, Dad? - Yes, good idea. Glad of the company.

- Got to be off in five minutes, though. - I won't be that long.

- Oh, thanks, darling. - Oh. Thank you.

Mm. Better get the car out.

Rosie, I'm running late already.

Thought Dad didn't want Rosie to be a vet.

What do you know about it?

Stands to reason, doesn't it? Daft idea, girls being vets.

(doorbell)

Morning. Beautiful morning too.

But then, this is a beautiful part of the world at any time.

- Yes. Can I help you? - Can I help you, that's the question.

And the answer is very definitely yes.

You might wonder why I've got a rolled-up rug under my arm. I haven't.

What I'm holding, madam, is a work of art. A work of art.

- If you're selling something… - I'm not selling, Mrs…?

Not selling. More like giving it away.

The quality of this magnificent rug is remarkable.

One look will convince you. And this is the last one I've got.

(phone rings)

- Darrowby 385. - Morning, sir. Beautiful morning.

I was just remarking to your good lady wife.

Yes, he is. Just a moment. Mr Farnon.

- Thank you, Mrs Alton. - Oh, Bowling's the name.

Hello?

- Now, madam, if I can just… - Out.

Once you see this kasbah rug…

I've not asked you over the doorstep and I've no intention of doing so. Out!

Thank you for your time, madam.

Well done the missus.

(meows)

Well, they'll run a temperature for 24 hours, then it'll drop back to normal.

See?

Blood in the diarrhoea.

Necrotic enteritis mostly affects pigs between two and six months.

What causes it?

Well, there's some argument about that.

Still, I reckon the differences between salmonella, vibrio and E. coli

can wait for another time.

The root of the problem lies in bad management.

And if I've told Harry Arnold that once in the last ten years, I've told him 100 times.

- There is a treatment, though? - Yes. Sulphadimidine.

If we catch it in time.

Another dead one, Harry.

Mrs Alton?

- Ah… - I'm sorry, Mr Farnon, there's no sign.

- Have you looked in the cellar? - Aye.

I did think she'd be in the larder, but…

One simply does not lose a cat!

Prudence? Prudence?

- Well? Any luck? - Definitely sans Prudence, Siegfried.

It's too preposterous. I've searched high and low. Where the devil is she?

Well, in the face of the evidence I can only draw one conclusion, my dear Watson.

And?

Well, if Prudence kitten isn't in the house or the garden… must be somewhere else.

That really is all I need.

She must've got out when that darn salesman was at the door.

Well, you're not going to find her by sitting out here.

Mrs Alton, we're going to have to extend our search.

Aye, he's gonna be a grand 'un, is this, Mr Herriot.

Right. Rosie.

Ring.

That's it. That was the hard part.

Whoa there, lad.

- He don't like this, Mr Herriot. - He certainly doesn't, Fred.

Get the ring through the hole…

There.

Whoa, whoa, whoa…

Thanks.

Right, cup your hands underneath when I put it in.

Aye, don't drop that.

Now, you drop this screw and you are in a lot of trouble.

And if I drop it, so am l.

Now, the idea is to get it through the nasal septum.

If you get it through the cartilage, it won't turn. Causes all sorts of problems.

Ready?

Come on out…

Thank you.

Right, now move it around, see if it's free.

- I think it is. - Well done, lass.

Good.

Better wash your hands.

- Soap's next to bucket. - Thanks, Fred.

Ta, Mr Herriot.

- She could've found her way home. - No, no, no, no.

Mrs Pettinger would've telephoned.

- Damn it, she can't have gone far. - Far enough, it seems.

Oh, this is intolerable.

Always been very fond of her cats, Mrs Pettinger.

I think I'm going to get the car out and drive around a little.

Tristan, enquire up and down the high street.

- What? - Someone must've seen her.

You want me to knock on every door?!

I honestly can't think of any other way. Now come on, let's find that cat!

I think this is what is known as collective responsibility.

Siegfried loses the cat, everyone else has to find her.

I knew I shouldn't have left that salesman on the doorstep.

Oh, I'm sure there were many times she could've got out.

She's bound to turn up.

In the meantime, any chance of a cup of tea?

(Siegfried) Tristan!

Well, at least put the kettle on, Mrs A. I won't be long.

Right.

(meows)

Something simply must be done about this surgery.

We need better facilities for coping with animals -

pre- and post-op, as they insist on saying.

- I've often said that myself. - I'm glad you agree.

I mean, there simply is not enough space!

Sometimes the whole place is chaos, as you know yourself.

It's no wonder that sometimes… something goes wrong.

Well, the surgery needs money spending on it.

James, money isn't always the most important thing.

We simply do not lose animals in this practice!

We don't, no.

(knock at door)

Oh, Lord, there she is. It must be her.

Ah, hello. Do come in, Mrs Pettinger.

I-l tried to telephone you earlier.

Prudence is all right, isn't she?

Oh, yes, yes, I'm sure she's all right. I'm quite certain of that.

It's just that my partner and l…

Um…

(knock at door)

- What is it tonight? - Necrotic enteritis.

- Of pigs. - I can't really understand it all.

Well, there's a lot of basic stuff you need before you can take it all in.

It's quite complicated. And it's quite late.

- Jimmy doesn't think girls can be vets. - Doesn't he?

You don't think that, though, do you, Dad?

I don't think it's the easiest thing for a girl to be.

A small-animal practice, like Granville…

It's not the same. Not like working on farms.

Look, if you're coming out with me tomorrow, you'd better get some sleep.

Night.

Good afternoon, Mrs P.

Good afternoon, Mrs Pettinger.

- Is it Prudence? - No, I'm afraid not. I stopped because…

Oh, no… No, I put a bit of food out for her, in case she finds her way back at night,

but… well, she's only little.

Summat'll have happened by now, I suppose.

- Dad said he was a fisherman. - You don't get fishermen in Broughton.

- I said usedto be. - All sounds a bit fishy to me.

I think you'll have to do better than that with Susie.

- Was Mrs Pettinger very upset? - 'Fraid so.

- Well, there's nothing anyone can do. - Well, keep looking.

Don't know how she'll fare with finding her own food, though.

If a cat can't find food it soon finds a human.

Well, let's hope so.

Siegfried is furious with himself - and consequently with everybody else.

- How did Rosie get on? - Fine. She had a really good time.

- You gave her some tough jobs. - Is that what she said?

No, that's my interpretation.

Well, she ought to see veterinary work for what it really is.

Yes, but there's no need to overdo it.

Want to see the net? We've got one up.

Smashing. Very reasonable for good netting.

- How much? - Come on, then.

I'm coming. Retired fisherman from Grimsby. Honest as the day is long.

You could almost smell the salt on him.

- How much? - [Pound Sign]4.

[Pound Sign]4?!

This should do the trick then, Dad.

Looks like a good buy.

- What about the others? - This is the best one.

Yeah, well… soon patch it up.

I'll use string or something.

It'll be fine.

I've written out some notices with a description of Prudence.

That's a good idea, Mrs Pettinger.

Thought I'd put them up in the post office, round the village.

We shan't stop looking. Question is where to look - that's the problem.

Do you think she'd find somewhere warm? Last night, I mean.

Well, cats are very sensible when it comes to finding shelter.

She's so tiny, though.

Hardly slept last night for thinking of her, out there on her own.

I wish there was something else I could say.

I just popped in on the off chance that Prudence might've…

Still, she's hardly likely to turn up here.

We shall go on looking and asking…

Oh, don't you worry yourself, Mr Farnon. It's not your fault, I'm sure.

- I'm very much afraid it is, Mrs Pettinger. - Oh, no, no.

I should never have had another cat after Gemima.

I knew it were a mistake.

- Well, I'd best be off then. - Yes, right.

I'll keep on trying to find her.

Yes, you can go that way, Mrs Pettinger.

There you are, Sinbad.

He doesn't want to eat, Mr Herriot. But he's OK, isn't he?

Let's give the penicillin a chance, eh?

- Don't you think so, Rosie? - I think he looks a bit better.

All he wants to do is go for a ride. He's bored. So am l.

You keep him warm and comfortable.

- And definitely… - No riding. I know.

Right.

- Tell your dad I'll come again tomorrow. - All right, then. Bye. Bye, Rosie.

And thanks, Mr Herriot. I know you'll make Sinbad better.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye.

- He did look better, didn't he? - Oh, I don't know, Rosie. It's a bit early.

- Penicillin can cure anything. - It's not quite as simple as that.

It is a marvellous drug. We'll have to keep a close eye on him.

I know you'll make him well.

(chatter)

Obviously he hadn't used those nets for fishing for a very long time -

Iast time he did was probably when he went bust.

So much for the honest old sea salt, eh?

Tris, anything I ever do for Rowangarth always goes wrong.

Everything Helen does always goes right. Why is that?

It's one of the immutable laws of the universe, James: she's a woman.

Ah.

We really have to do something about it, you know.

This business isn't going to do the reputation of the practice any good at all.

Prudence, Mrs Pettinger's cat.

- I was wondering about the outhouse. - No, Mrs A's looked in there. Twice.

If we were to knock straight through from the surgery,

do a little construction work, a bit of simple plastering…

and then fit it out with some decent cages…

so on… we'd have the absolutely ideal area for keeping animals.

Pre-, post-, overnight, observation, what you will.

- Well? - Good idea.

And if we used it for storage, we'd have more room in the surgery.

Something like Granville's place would be tremendous.

Perhaps a bit more modest, eh?

James, there are many areas in which a veterinary practice can make economies.

Where we must never skimp is on the animals and customers.

Never!

So, here's to the Prudence kitten wing.

- You said you'd done all your homework. - I'm writing about what I did with Dad.

- You're not gonna be a country vet. - Yes, I am.

- Dad doesn't want you to. - He does.

Course he doesn't.

- It can't be that difficult. - Any instructions?

- Yes. - Make sense?

I'll have a go at putting it up.

It'll be easier to see how it all goes together in the garden, eh?

A-ha.

- You don't think it's silly, do you? - No, course not.

That's like saying women shouldn't be farmers.

There's plenty of women running farms to make a nonsense of that.

Plenty of men who'd still say it, though.

Think Dad really doesn't want me to be a vet - a proper vet?

Don't let Granville Bennett hear you say that - he's a proper vet too, you know.

- You know what I mean. - Yes, course I do.

I just wish Dad did. It doesn't feel like he wants to help me.

You've gone out with him often enough lately.

Yes, I know, but…

- I'll take these upstairs. - Thank you.

How's it going?

- Where does the glass go? - Oh. It just slides in here…

James.

Why don't they print the instructions in plain English? It's ridiculous!

It is. It's absolutely ridi…

Yes, all right, Helen. I know there's a funny side to it.

I'm sorry.

(phone rings)

Darrowby… Oh, hello, Jack.

Well, when's she due?

Uh-huh… What can you see now?

I'll be right out. Mm-hm.

Rosie?

Rosie. Rosie, wake up.

- What is it? - It's one of Jack Hucknall's cows.

You said you wanted to come on a night call.

- Unless you'd rather go back to sleep. - I'm coming.

Can you be ready by the time I am? Good girl.

A prolapsed cervix involves the vagina. In this case, the bladder too.

It's not uncommon, but it's a messy business.

- And if there are complications… - Hope there's none 'ere.

No, no, Jack. Straightforward enough. Just explaining to Rosie.

Not stuff I'd expect a lass to be interested in.

I'd like to be a vet one day.

Nay, it's no life for a lass. Not as a lass could do it in t'first place, eh?

(cock crows)

See what I mean about farmers? They don't like women vets.

- Morning, James. - (yawns) Sorry.

- Night call? - Mm. Prolapsed cervix.

Still, I don't suppose Rosie will be up till lunchtime.

You took Rosie with you?

Yes. Yes, she's been coming out with me quite a bit.

Goodness.

She's deadly serious, Siegfried. Trouble is, she's set her heart on large animals.

I'm trying to show her it's impossible - filthy, smelly, arduous, as well you know.

Indeed I do, James. I wouldn't wish any of it on a girl that I loved either.

But perhaps, you know, love shouldn't only want to protect.

Bye, James.

(hums a tune)

(sighs)

Helen…

Helen, what's this?

Hello, love. A man came earlier. It's a genuine kasbah.

Genuine what?

Er, it's a kasbah. Very unusual type of Oriental rug. From Afghanistan, I think.

- Certainly unusual. - Apparently not many even get into lndia.

- I'm not surprised. - He got it on the border.

- Which border? - Normally they cost hundreds.

- You haven't bought this, have you?! - Mr Bowling's coming back later.

But it's a bargain.

Not only a delight to have in your home, but an investment.

- The thing is… - That's because of its rarity.

You're getting a magnificent rug at a fraction of its value,

but that value can only increase.

Craftsmanship of this kind's dying out.

This offers you the tradition of centuries in your own home.

Even so, l…

Of course, the very advantageous price at which I bought the stock of kasbahs -

from the ancient mountain village -

and despite the fact that every one is completely unique…

That is to say, there's room for negotiation.

Mr Bowling, it's not a question of negotiation.

James…

I know Mrs Herriot's taken with the rug, so I'll tell you what I'll do. I said [Pound Sign]25…

- I really don't want to pay [Pound Sign]25… - I'll be frank with you.

I bought this rug at such a competitive price that I'll let you have it for [Pound Sign]15.

Now that's not a price I'd do for anyone.

I don't care what price you're asking. I think it's hideous.

- But as an investment… - No.

- Ten? - No.

- But your good lady wife… - No, Mr Bowling.

Now, shall I help you roll it up?

That's quite all right, thank you, Mr Herriot.

- Helen, it was awful! - You didn't have to be so rude about it.

If that was made in Afghanistan then I'm a Chinaman.

- Lunch ready yet? - Few minutes.

Next time I bring home netting that's full of holes,

or a cold frame no one could possibly erect,

I'd like you to say just one word to your mother: kasbah.

James.

Deteriorating rapidly. The penicillin isn't working.

- There's no question it's tetanus? - There never was.

I really thought there was something I could do… but there isn't.

I'm sorry, Keith.

- Your dad will get him back to normal. - Course he will.

You've been out with him a lot lately. I don't know why you want to be a vet.

You have to wear smelly clothes and do horrible things.

I know. That's what my dad tries to show me.

I wouldn't want to do it.

Dad?

Come on, lass.

- Is Sinbad going to die? - Yes.

- There must be something you can do. - All I can do is put him down.

- No! - Yes.

I've seen a horse that was left to die of tetanus. I've never forgotten the suffering.

There is no other way, honestly.

- It's not fair. - No, it isn't fair.

Oh, Mr Farnon. Mrs Pettinger phoned. Good news.

- Prudence? - She's been found.

Ah, that is wonderful news, Mrs Alton! Ah, excellent!

I really ought to look in on her, see how she is.

Least I could do in the circumstances. Right…

Oh, Mr Tristan was looking for you. He's in the garden.

Oh, is he? Right you are.

Oh…

(snaps fingers)

- I got them. - Hm?

I asked George Stapleton to have a look at the outhouse, give us an estimate.

- You did what? - The Prudence kitten wing.

I think it's quite reasonable. It's a big job - bigger than you'd think.

Breaking through from the surgery, RSJs and all that.

Oh, and this is to give us an idea of what we'd need when we're fitting the place out.

Cages, storage, shelving…

I had a word with the firm in Leeds. They specialise in this sort of thing.

In fact, they fitted out Granville's surgery.

Well, what do you think?

Tristan, I don't know where you get the idea

that the practice has money to throw away on grandiose schemes of this kind.

It wasn't my idea, Siegfried.

- Well, I'm perfectly sure it wasn't James's. - No, it wasn't.

Well, there you are, then.

I mean, an idle conversation about the possibility of the practice

spending some of its hard-earned capital on a few items of equipment is one thing,

but constructing an entire new veterinary hospital is something else, my dear boy.

Our customers are very rarely impressed with show, and the animals never are.

Oh, by the by, Prudence kitten has been found.

- Good. - So she doesn't need a wing.

No.

I'm sure Dad didn't mean to upset you.

He doesn't want me to be a vet. He hasn't all along. Jimmy was right.

- Has Dad actually said that? - Sort of.

But he doesn't have to say it. It's the way he's been, all the things he's shown me.

I know it's very hard sometimes, but it doesn't have to be all the time.

Hello.

- Rosie? - She's best left.

- It's about Angela's pony. - It's a bit more than that, isn't it?

I haven't taken all this in. I thought you were encouraging her.

She needed to see what being a vet is all about. I didn't want to upset her.

Well, you have. I gather you've done all you can to put Rosie off.

Well, you know why. It's a dirty and dangerous job, and it always will be.

She looked to you for help and encouragement and she didn't get any.

That's unfair.

She's disappointed that you didn't take her seriously. And so am l, James.

Look, she's set her mind on a country practice, large animals.

I don't believe a woman should do that sort ofjob.

Very old-fashioned of you. With modern methods, modern equipment…

Spending her life being kicked and trampled on?

But that's not what being a vet's all about.

It's as much about brute force as veterinary science.

Oh, come on. That's not true and you know it.

You really think I haven't got Rosie's best interests at heart?

I think… you don't really know what her best interests are.

There are some women in country practices.

Well, that doesn't…

Look, I don't want to see her disappointed later on.

And we're not talking about "a woman", this is our daughter, a young girl.

- She won't be a young girl in 12 years. - It isn't about that, either.

Isn't it? You were talking about the time Rosie was nearly hurt…

- She was nearly killed! - I know.

Sure that has nothing to do with the way you feel now?

My objections are practical, straightforward ones.

I see. Feelings don't come into it at all?

No, they don't.

Well… I wish you'd made her feel that you were on her side.

I think you're wrong, James. Very wrong.

(knock at door)

- You all right? - School next week. I'm trying to catch up.

Good girl.

Look, I'm, er… I'm really sorry about this afternoon.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have taken you.

I had to see what being a vet means. That's what we've been doing all this time.

Well, don't work too long. Supper soon.

You didn't want me to be a vet at all, did you?

- It's not that simple, Rosie. - But you didn't.

Look, I really did believe it was important that you saw the work… well, the way it is.

It's not that I don't want you to be a vet.

A small-animal practice is different - if that's what interests you.

But it isn't. I wanted to work with large animals.

It's not for a woman. I don't see how it ever can be.

And the more you think about it, well… I'm sure you'll understand.

It's not the life for you, Rosie, believe me.

You must be right or I wouldn't have got so upset, would I?

I'm sure I don't want to be a vet at all now, so it doesn't really matter.

(door closes)

- Ah, James? - Sorry I'm late, Siegfried.

Nothing to worry about, James. Not a soul awaits you. You can put your feet up.

The wanderer has returned, James.

- What? - Prudence kitten.

- And no harm done, apparently. - Ah. That's good news.

- Anything I can help you with, James? - No, not really.

It's Rosie, actually.

Still not keen on being the next Granville Bennett?

Far from it. She doesn't want to be a vet at all now.

Oh. Well, that's what you wanted, isn't it?

No, it isn't. I just wanted to get her off the idea of large animals.

I'd no idea she'd be so upset.

Perhaps you didn't take her seriously enough.

When I think of some of the dreams I had as a young man,

and the obstacles in their way, they seemed so enormous at the time.

But looking back, of course, they were all surmountable.

I think people trod so heavily on my dreams

that I can't allow myself to tread on anyone else's

with anything but the softest of footfalls.

We spend a lot of our lives looking for the way home, James.

Only thing is, we don't have the aptitude for it that cats do.

Bye.

Tristan! Tristan!

Come on, man!

- Is Prudence all right? - Oh, yes!

- That is splendid news, Mrs Pettinger. - Yes, marvellous. Where is she?

Oh, she's not back from her adventures yet.

It was so strange. The phone rang and a man said

that his daughter had found a kitten in their garage.

Of course, she's got the name tag with my telephone number.

All that way, you know!

Oh, well, cats will wander for miles. When are you expecting her back?

Oh, Mr Farnon, I'm so glad to hear that Prudence is safe

I've not even given a thought yet as to how I'm going to fetch her back.

Well, don't give it another thought.

Why don't I take you over to wherever it is tomorrow?

Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that, Mr Farnon.

You don't have to ask me, Mrs Pettinger. It would be my pleasure. After all, it was…

Well, anyway, everything's turned out happily in the end. That's all that matters.

I'm sure my brother can hold the fort for an hour or so tomorrow, can't you?

- Oh, absolutely. - It'd be a great help.

Well, say no more. I'll be able to pick you up at… nine o'clock?

That's very kind.

So where did the little rascal get to?

D'you know, it's hard to believe, but she were found in Hull!

I'm so sorry. D'you know, I thought you said Hull.

It's remarkable, isn't it?

Hull?

It's a large seaport, close to the Humber estuary.

I'd say about three hours there, three hours back. Maybe a bit more.

I'm ever so grateful.

Till tomorrow, then.

Indeed so. Until tomorrow.

Yes.

That was a bit of bad luck, eh, Siegfried?

Well, you can look after my calls and surgery, can't you, Tristan?

It's a hell of a while since I was in Hull. Remarkable city.

I have some very fond memories of that place.

But that was all an awful long while ago.