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You two gonna lend a hand, or what?

Oh, must have nodded off.

We had two call-outs last night.

After a full day's lambing...

- again.
- ***

Lambs don't stop coming
just because you're weary.

Come on. Let's be having you.

Sorry.

It's good practice. Sleepless nights.

Although, to get to the baby part,

we do have to spend
time together conscious.

I know. And we will.

I'm actually cooking up
a plan to make sure of it.

Ooh.

He comes highly recommended.

Top scholar in his
year, by all accounts.

It's only a placement, but we'll
finally have a new assistant.

- Perfect.
- Isn't it?

Hm. Have all your work, plus nights,

plus teaching this student what's what.

Aye.

Yeah, but once I've trained them
up, I'll have someone to delegate to,

which means more time for Helen and I.

Till Siegfried sends him
packing after five minutes.

Aye, like he always does.

But he won't be Siegfried's assistant.

He'll be mine.

Your own little James to boss around.

Exactly. And that's the difference.

Although I see myself
as more of a mentor.

A what?

A guide.

Oh, right.

No signs.

Herriot?

- Yes?
- Mrs Hall's making Tristan's bedroom.

Says we're expecting someone.

Because we are expecting someone.

T-The student we agreed to host.

Well, he's not having Tristan's room.

He isn't? You didn't
say not to offer board.

I didn't think I needed to.

I'll have a ring round.

- See if I can find somewhere.
- Where is the boy anyway? Is he late?

- I don't believe so.
- If he had anything about him,

he'd be early.

Mr Carmody's rather beholden
to the train from London.

- That's his name, is it?
- Richard Carmody, yes.

Richard Carmody. From London?

He won't last.

Right, I'm going to the
Chapman's to see Teasel.

Oh, Uncle Herriot. Thank goodness.

It's the most dire emergency.

Cedric is my new foster.

His dad is away with the army.

I don't wish to
embarrass him, but, um...

it's something of an anti-social malady.

He's not showing signs
of aggression, is he?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

On the contrary, he's
as gentle as they come,

aren't you? SHE CHUCKLES

A tad excitable, though,

which does tend to exacerbate things.

And what things are we
talking about, exactly?

H-He suffers from an excess...

Of?

Mind if I get that?

Hello.

- I hope I'm in the right...
- Richard Carmody?

- Yes. I'm afraid I got somewhat lost.
- James Herriot, come in.

Come in, come in.

Round here.

Right this way.

Mrs Pumphrey, I'd like you
to meet Richard Carmody,

our brilliant new veterinary student.

- Delighted to meet your acquaintance.
- How do you do?

Well, this is all proving
rather cosy, isn't it?

Mrs Pumphrey was just about to
tell me what's ailing Cedric here.

Yes. Now, I know it's not his
fault, and it's perfectly natural,

but he does seem to suffer
really quite terribly from...

From... ?

From...

Flatulence?

Shh. All right, Teasel.

It's a wheeze, certainly.

Is it worse with exercise?

Yeah. I've been giving
her all the rest I can,

but I can't afford not to work her.

Its heaves, I'm afraid.

I thought so.

You can see she's having trouble.

It's taking twice the effort to breathe.

The air goes in, but the
lungs have lost elasticity,

so she's forced to use her abdominal
muscles to push it out again.

What's brought it on?

Sensitivity to mold or dust, usually.

Soaking the hay before
she feeds can help.

I'll give her an arsenical
expectorant for her drinking water.

- So, that should ease things.
- But will it cure her?

- Well...
- It's just that she's Tom's, is Teasel.

I know he's always
been very fond of her.

I'd hate for my grandson
to come back home and...

You know. He's away with the army.

She's young and strong.

I can't see why she wouldn't recover.

I'll do my damnedest
to help in any case.

Thanks.

I keep telling her,
"Take another lad on."

Won't listen. Too much like
replacing Tom, she reckons.

Well, she's done well
to cope on her own.

There's work here for three, at least.

Doesn't help with that
lot training next door.

We're grateful to
them, but it's not easy.

More to come, I'm afraid.

Things are about to get a great
deal more difficult, by all accounts.

Mrs Pumphrey said it was an emergency.

It is.

My community tea party's
just around the corner.

The aim is to raise everyone's spirits,

not bombard them with noxious gas.

Perhaps one could keep the dog outside?

Banish him from the bosom
of his foster family?

Oh, I couldn't countenance such cruelty.

Do you always treat
your animals like people?

Yes, Tricki, I quite agree.
He's not like Uncle Herriot.

I suggest we reduce Cedric's protein
intake and try him on an antacid.

It should clear things up in no time.

Oh, how marvellous.

That's so kind of you, Uncle Herriot.

We're very grateful.

And you, too, I suppose...

Mr Cardomy.

I thought we'd never
discover the trouble.

Yes. She's not one to be
candid about delicate matters.

The animals are the
easy part, of course.

It's the people cause all the bother.

Ah, this is Mrs Hall, our
housekeeper extraordinaire.

Hello. Richard Carmody.

How do you do? Make yourself
at home. You're very welcome.

If you'd be kind enough to
show me where to put my things,

I shall get myself settled in.

Mrs Micklethwait has a room for you.

Very clean, very particular.
Just across the square.

- Uh, there was a misunderstanding with Mr Farnon.
- Who's just got back.

After you.

Mr Carmody, I presume?

- You presume right.
- Final year, RVC?

Yes, specializing in equine science.

Hm. Standards must be slipping.

- I'm not sure I understand.
- You were late.

I was not.

I arrived in Darrowby an
hour ahead of schedule,

only to discover the street
signs had been removed

to discourage enemy invaders.

It took a little extra time
to locate Skeldale House,

through no fault of my own,

and yet I arrived at three sharp,

as arranged with Mr Herriot.

I stand corrected.

Farnon, Siegfried. Don't ask.

It's a pleasure, sir.

Cuppa tea?

Siegfried barked, but he didn't bite.

- It went rather well.
- So far, so good.

- Carmody.
- Hello, again.

And this must be Mrs Herriot.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Thought I should familiarise myself

with the animals in for observation.

Oh, we can do that together tomorrow.

I don't mind showing him now.

- No need.
- You sure?

Quite sure. I'll catch you up.

It's his first night, and I
am supposed to be his mentor.

This'll only take an hour or so.

Oh, I tell you what,
shall we just stay in?

I'm dead on me feet, anyway.

We can make up for it on Saturday.

Saturday's Mrs Pumphrey's tea party.

Not if we make our excuses.

I could send my assistant instead.

- Oh.
- See? It has its perks.

And everyone will be out.

Well, when you put it that way.

It'll be worth it once he learns.

- I promise.
- Let's hope he's a quick learner.

He's only been a few days,

but it's nice to have
another lad about the place.

But he'll take some
getting to know, I think.

You reckon he'll stick?

Well, he seemed very confident.

Young.

We'll see.

Well, I'm looking forward to meeting him

- at Mrs Pumphrey's do.
- Yes.

But, um...

Before we go, I...

I wanted... SHE SIGHS

What?

No, never mind.

It'll keep.

All right. Until later, then.

I'll see you at the Manor.

Or you could try saying it.

W-Whatever's been eating away at you.

You can tell?

Course I can.

I know you, Audrey.

Look, if you... If you're
giving me the elbow,

I'd rather have it straight.

- I'm not giving you the elbow.
- No?

No.

SHE EXHALES I'm...

... getting a divorce.

There he is. How was Sharpe's cow?

Nervous, acid anaemic
and extremely slobbery.

Do wish you'd fetched me.

Not sure Mrs Micklethwait
would have agreed at 4AM.

Oh, put the kettle on
while you're up, will you?

Mrs Hall's out with Gerald.

Acid anaemia.

Comes up like clockwork
in the exam, you know?

Yes. But I can't make up my
mind which theory I endorse.

Stevens maintains it's the
incomplete oxidation of fatty acids.

Shalamar leans towards
liver intoxication.

And Jansen implicates

one of the centres of the
autonomic nervous system.

What's your view?

If we could pinpoint the exact cause
of the production of diacetic acid

and beta-oxobutyric
acid in the metabolism,

we'd be well on the way to
understanding the problem.

- Don't you agree?
- I do.

Wholeheartedly.

James?

Absolutely.

Yes.

I thought, perhaps, we could get
to grips with the dispensary later.

Oh, I've just offered
to take him to Chapman's,

um, following up with Teasel. Heaves.

Also known as pulmonary emphysema.

Sounds like an interesting case.

We'll start there, then. No
reason to trouble yourself.

I'm afraid you're due at Pumphrey Manor.

Cedric's flatulence hasn't abated.

"Ventos regere non possum."

***

- One can't control the wind.
- "The wind."

Very good!

Did everything you said to the letter.

How does that sound?

Encouraging.

It worked. ***

Reducing her exposure to
allergens has decreased

the chronic inflammation of the lungs.

That means she's on the mend.

Tom will be pleased
to hear that, won't he?

He will. Thanks, Mr
Farnon. It means the world.

- Close the damn gate.
- Sorry.

Keep your hair on, fella.

What about you? Do you see yourself
joining their illustrious ranks?

Never, if I have anything to do with it.

Really?

Our new PM believes
suffering lies ahead.

That suffering will be greater
if we cannot feed the country.

True.

I intend to serve by doing
my duty to our farmers.

We're a reserved
occupation for a reason.

Indeed, we are.

Oh!

Cedric. Oh!

Cedric.

Ooh, Cedric.

Oh dear. I'm so sorry, Uncle Herriot.

I am afraid he's proving to
be something of a handful.

Tricki and I haven't slept a wink

because of his bounding and... whining.

I have never known a dog
so boisterous and clingy.

Yes, yes, yes. I'm talking about you.

And how about his wind?

The frequency's reduced a little.

However, the magnitude has not.

I've decided to move my party
alfresco, to be on the safe side.

And his diet?

Suitably meagre, as instructed.

- Well?
- He's a picture of health.

I'm not quite sure what else to suggest.

Where was he just now?

Out for his daily walk with François.

Once might not be enough.

He's not the lapdog you're used to.

Increasing his exercise
should calm him down a bit.

We could do with some
calm, couldn't we, Tricki?

Yes. We are extremely fatigued.

Well, I'm sure the party
later will revive you.

Yes, that and community
relations, I hope.

I've extended the invitation
to the infantry training camp.

I've heard they've certainly
been making their presence felt.

Mm. Which is why it's time
we got to know each other.

If anyone needs a morale
boost, it's those young men.

I hope it goes swimmingly.

You'll be coming, of course?

I thought you were gonna send Carmody?

I am, but she wouldn't
let me off the hook.

Mrs Pumphrey, she's
like a boa constrictor.

The more you struggle,
the tighter the grip.

Ooh, I should ask her for some tips.

Before you say it...

- Not another plan?
- It's a good one.

James, if we can't have any time
together, I'd rather stop here.

- Get me never-ending list of jobs done.
- Listen, listen.

We go to the party, do a quick circuit.

As soon as the coast is clear, we
sneak off without saying goodbye.

Enjoy the whole
afternoon at home, alone.

All right.

- But I'll be holding you to that.
- I certainly hope so.

How was Teasel's pulmonary emphysema?

Clearing up very nicely.

Glad to hear it.

We can discuss treatment protocols

before we head to the
party, if you'd like?

Oh, that's all right. I've been
through them all with Mr Farnon.

Do you drive, Carmody?

- Never got around to it.
- Oh.

Have to see about that.

Will we?

Can't see us having time to teach him.

Impressive chap like
Carmody? Duck to water.

What I mean is he'll have
his studies to return to,

- and no doubt he intends to join up.
- That's just it, he doesn't.

He means to serve as a vet. At home.

You know,

I was too hasty when I
said he wouldn't last.

I think he suits us very well, indeed.

Excellent work finding him, James.

Truly.

Last one to the Manor's a rotten egg.

How did I become Tristan?

Don't talk daft!

Oh, there's Gerald. Excuse me a minute.

Come on.

The sooner we've shown our faces,

sooner we can go, remember?

Thanks very much.

And, er,

do your parents live
in London, Mr Carmody?

Occasionally. They're mostly abroad.

- Oh?
- Can't bear to be in one place for long.

So you're well-travelled, too?

Only as far as boarding
school and college.

Well, if it isn't Cedric.

I should check on how he's bearing up.

Don't forget your gas mask, lad !

Audrey keeps me abreast
of all your goings-on.

I expect our goings-on are more eventful

than your average day at the bank.

You'd be surprised.

Really?

Might go see about some cake.

Hello there, boy.

Still knocking everyone for six, is he?

His odour makes me long
to return to France.

France has just been invaded, old chap.

Exactement.

Gosh.

Well, what's Mr Herriot
treating him with?

Er, walking.

- Just walking?
- Lots of walking.

Hm. Wonder what good that'll do.

Plenty for his behaviour, actually.

Interesting.

And what about his digestion?

Er, there's nothing
wrong with his digestion.

But wouldn't his persistent
gas suggest otherwise?

And that's when we realised.

It wasn't Lady Middlethorpe
emptying her account,

it was her butler.

- Fur coat, wig, bold as brass.
- Never!

- The butler did it!
- The butler did it!

Only he didn't 'cos three of us
grabbed him before he could leg it.

Oh, that tale tickles Audrey.

***

- It's been a difficult time for her.
- Oh?

- Well, you know about her...
- Oh, her situation, yes.

But she made the right
decision, I reckon.

Oh, undoubtedly, yes.

You see the weight lift off her
shoulders with every passing week.

Perhaps it's time we sort out

something a little stronger than tea.

Erm, excuse me, Mr Farnon.

I should see where Audrey got to.

***

You!

- Er, the lady said we could help ourselves.
- We've met.

Large animals and roads do not mix,

which is why we have gates.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

- Where are you from?
- Hulme. Manchester.

So a fish out of water, then?

Don't see too many fields as
a plumber's apprentice, sir.

Well, you're welcome
here, of course you are.

But you must respect
the way we do things.

I trust you'll spread the word on that.

No sign of infection or parasites?

No, which is why I'm certain
it's a behavioural problem.

And my diagnosis is
not a matter for debate.

- What are we debating?
- Something that will wait.

Mr Herriot thinks Cedric's
flatulence is all in his head.

I suspect it's more
gut-related. What do you think?

Well, considering who he lives
with, I'd say it's his gut.

Then you'd be wrong.

He's in a new place with a new owner.

It's likely he's
boisterous, but he's anxious.

- Anxiety can lead to gas.
- As can rich food.

Speaking of food, I'm famished.
Why don't we leave them to it?

Cedric's on a strict diet.

Strict has always been an
elastic concept to Mrs Pumphrey.

- James.
- Just a minute.

She has form for
spoiling her pets, but...

You said she was bound to
be overindulging Cedric.

Look, I know you're trying to impress,

but it's best if you defer
to my experience on this.

Experience tells me you might
be in the doghouse, James.

I've been rushed off me feet, too.

- I'm just as tired as you are.
- I know, I know.

I haven't time to stand around
listening to some petty argument.

I really am sorry. We'll
go now, like we planned.

- No thanks. I've gone off the idea.
- Helen.

I'll make my own way home.

You can argue about flatulence
to your heart's content.

I'm going.

Stay there, boy. I'll be back.

There you are.

Oh, this makes my garden
look like a postage stamp.

Sure it's still lovely.

I should like to show it to you.

Did you and Mr Farnon
get along all right?

Very well.

You came up a bit.

Oh! More interesting things
to talk about than me, surely.

You know, I-I understand why
you didn't come to me first.

- About what?
- Well, what you told me earlier.

Sounded like Mr Farnon has
known about it for some time.

I didn't go to him.

It... It were more
he happened upon me...

... filling in the forms and such.

Weeks ago?

I suppose so.

Yes.

But I didn't want to
bother you with summat that

might not be granted.

I weren't ready to tell anyone.

Although I did sort of end up...

mentioning it to Helen.

And I can't be sure, but I expect

she might have told James.

Uncle Herriot.

What's the matter?

Nothing, I'm enjoying
the party. Very much.

Mm.

I couldn't help noticing Mrs
Herriot making herself scarce.

My fault.

Here.

Drink up.

Gin?

One can't get through these
things without a little pick-me-up.

Thank you.

Now, what exactly did you do?

Lost sight of my priorities.

Somehow made her feel
second-best to Cedric.

Cedric?

She's left, gone home.

Thought I'd give her
a chance to cool off.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
you'll do no such thing.

Cedric should be the
least of your worries.

You must follow her.

At once!

You sure you're all right?

I'm sure.

You needed an heir, they provided
it, I'm glad they were able to.

Thing is...

with Robert, he'd stew.

Say summat were fine when it weren't,

- so if I've upset you...
- You haven't.

Course you haven't.

- I'm nothing like him, Audrey.
- Oh, hush. I know.

- But...
- You'd rather have it straight.

- Same as me.
- I would.

All right.

I do wish you told me first.

But only 'cos I'd like
you to know that...

you can come to me...

... about anything.

'Cos I never want you to feel
the way you did with your husband

ever again.

Alone or...

... afraid.

Thank you.

Not that I'm getting
any ideas or anything.

But you aren't on your own any more.

You've got my ear too now.

If you want it.

I do.

Right, then.

Is it time for tea?

Not just yet.

Easy.

That's it.

- Hello again, Mrs Pumphrey.
- Oh, Mr Carmody,

Mr Farnon.

We've been having a
spirited debate about Cedric.

Funny you should say that. I was
just wondering where he'd got to.

With Uncle Herriot, I believe.

He wasn't with him when we spoke before.

Whose is that dog eating the food?

That's not right.

Perhaps François took
him for another walk.

Get off! What you doing?
Down, boy! Whoa! Oh!

Ah.

- There he is.
- No!

I just found Teasel by the road.

- She must have gotten loose.
- Has she been hit?

Worse, possibly. Impaled on a fence.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, we need to act quickly.

We'll never get it out
while she's still attached.

It's broken, it shouldn't
be too hard to separate.

- Bone saw?
- Good idea.

No, no, keep the pressure on.

Sorry, erm...

How about a sedative?

Think, Carmody.

Pulmanory emphysema.

We can't fully sedate her if
she has difficulty breathing.

It's in the Rover.

- The sedative?
- The saw.

Good God, I forget how green they are.

Quite.

It's all right, old girl.

It'll soon be over.

James will now set you right.

It's a crying shame, innit?

- All this cake going to waste.
- Hm!

You should see the slop
they give us at camp.

I'd give my eyeteeth for a roast dinner.

I'd bring you one every day if you
lot would stop leaving gates open.

I've already had a
dressing down about that.

You do know half the gates
around here are knackered?

Really? Wonder why.

T'folk who fix 'em are away.

Just like you.

Oh.

Mm.

I didn't know that. Sorry.

And about the dog, too.

That was you an' all?

Well, I was minding my
business, and he got all excited.

He would have licked me to
death if I hadn't scarpered.

That was quite the faux pas.

You must stay here
until you've calmed down.

Just have a jolly good think
about what you've done, hmm?

Sorry to disturb.

François said it was all right.

Mrs Herriot?

I thought you'd run for the hills.

I turned back.

I might have jumped the gun a bit.

James told me he'd made
a pig's ear of things.

Over Cedric of all people.

He's why I'm here, actually.

As much as I hate to say
it, I think James was right.

It's not what Cedric's eating,

it's who he were chasing.

Soldiers.

He were excited to see 'em.

Makes sense.

His daddy's a soldier.

When he dropped him off, did
he leave any toys or blankets?

A small few. But they were unsanitary.

Did you keep 'em?

François?

François!

Almost there.

Brace yourselves.

This'll hurt her.

On my count...

one...

two...

- three.
- Stand, stand, stand.

That's a good girl.

- You all right?
- Yes, just...

kicking myself.

Horses are my speciality.

- I should have taken her condition into account.
- Chin up.

You're here to learn, and
we learn from our mistakes.

Well, watch Mr Herriot and me

very closely.

This next part's the difficult bit.

A trick me mam used to do
whenever we gave away newborn pups.

I've never seen him in such repose.

Hm. Smells like home.

And his dad.

Oh, Cedric, darling.

You've been homesick all along.

He really has been anxious, hasn't he?

- Probably why he's been such a handful.
- Mm.

If he keeps the blanket,
it'll calm him down.

Help him feel more settled.

Oh!

Peace at last.

Wonderful!

Thank you.

Gently does it.

Gently.

Any... second...

Ah.

Easy.

Easy, easy, easy. Stand. Good girl.

Feels all right.

Chest wall?

- Hasn't been penetrated.
- Muscle damage?

No worse than you'd expect.

Lucky girl.

Right, let's flush her for splinters.

Give her a tetanus anti-toxin.

Close her up sharpish. Yep, all of that.

Run up to the cottage, find Mrs Chapman.

James and I can do the rest.

I'd love to see James's face
when he discovers you solved it.

Goodness knows when that will be.

I think they all ran
off on some emergency.

Heavens.

He's dedicated.

He is.

And I wouldn't have him
any other way, but...

You'd rather see more of him.

We've got all these plans.

I don't know if we'll
achieve any of them before...

you know.

He might have to leave.

And when I point it out to him,

he acts like we've got all
t'time in the world. It's...

Infuriating?

- Mm.
- Mm.

My husband, Charles, was infuriating.

When we bought this house,

he was bursting with plans.

The first was to fill
the place with dogs.

- Utter chaos.
- He was an animal lover, too?

Pottier than me. He
had quite a menagerie.

He bought me my first Pekinese.

Tricki's great-great-grandmother.

Aww, that's lovely.

That's why he's so dear to me.

Charles died young.

Very suddenly.

I'm so sorry.

I was left here with a lot of dogs.

And grand ideas.

Your instinct is absolutely right.

Time is precious.

But forgive quickly, dear girl.

Especially now.

We need to keep a
close eye on the wound,

but if it heals properly,
and there's no nerve damage,

I can't see any reason why she
shouldn't make a full recovery.

I can't tell you how
thankful I am, Mr Farnon.

And how sorry.

- For what?
- Well...

... t'gate needed fixing, and...

with Tom away, I've not
been facing up to things.

Teasel's borne the brunt of it.

I'm sure that's not the case.

But I do know how hard it can be...

- to ask for help.
- I don't want help, I want my son

back home and safe.

How are we supposed to just...

Carry on without them?

Haven't a damn clue.

Take comfort in those
we do have, I suppose.

There's also whisky.

You're such an idiot.

I am.

And I'm so sorry.

You were right. I was wrong.

I'll make it up to you, I swear.

Let's just promise we'll make
time for each other. Soon.

Of course. Hand on heart.

Where did Carmody get to?

Oh, something about fetching
a book from his lodgings.

He has a lot left to learn.

Well, he knows that after today.

James thinks you poached him.

- Really?
- I know, I know, I'm a fool.

A little bit.

You can have him as your
assistant, if you'd like.

The two of us working together
as a team made today a success.

A little lively debate with Carmody

is no substitute for
your skill and experience.

I know, I see that now.

I've been a bit selfish.

The fact is, if I am called up, I
won't be here for the next Teasel.

Neither will Tris.

And I will need help.

Which is why you welcomed
Carmody in with open arms.

After a fashion.

It's very galling. I was
soldiering on alone perfectly well

before you thrust yourself upon me.

So,

- this is where you all slunk off to.
- Hello.

There was an emergency first.

And now we're slinking off home, so...

- Excuse us.
- Oh.

Mrs Hall, there's a slight chance
I put my foot in it with Gerald.

Yes.

You did. But you didn't.

All turned out rather nicely.

Well, I'm relieved to hear it.

We might try and catch the pictures.

Would you be all right
fending for yourself tonight?

There's cold cuts in the larder.

Or leftover pie if you'd prefer.

Pie would be splendid.

- Night, then.
- Good night.

- Can we help you?
- All right.

We're making ourselves useful.

Got anything that wants fixing?

I have, as a matter of fact.

Come on.

So, what's your name?

It's Briggs. Sidney Briggs.

Nice to meet you, Briggs.

Finally.

Just the two of us.

Would you hate me if I said
I'd rather get some sleep?

No, I'd worship the ground you walk on.

You all right?

I'm just really weepy
today for some reason.

Hey, you're exhausted.

- Grumpy.
- Never.

We should turn in.

Hang on, let me check something.

Mr Farnon?

I was hoping we could
go over the finer points

- of today's procedure.
- Of course.

- I trust it was educational?
- I'll say.

Although I couldn't help noticing
you didn't use tissue forceps.

I've been taught that's the proper
way, more precise and sterile.

- "Proper"?
- Yes.

Perhaps the Babcock or Allis
forceps would have helped?

Babcock and Allis are
only found in textbooks.

No vet carries them.

It was just a thought.

Carmody, do you want to
complete this placement?

Very much so, yes.

Then may I suggest you try keeping
some of your thoughts to yourself?

Unless you thought of buying
me another drink, of course.

- Same again?
- That's more like it.

Might not be as alone as we think.

Don't tell me we're expecting someone.

Sort of.

I'm fairly certain it
won't be just the two of us.

More like three.

Three?

You know I've been tired all the time.

We might be getting our little
James a bit sooner than expected.

You never...

Already?

Think so!

I got so carried away
with us not getting there,

- I forgot to check me dates.
- Well, how far?

Not far. It's early days.

- Are you happy?
- Ecstatic.

Couldn't have gone
better if we planned it.

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