Scene 1

XX: Who was at the door, dear?

XY: The postman. He dropped off you-know-what.

XX: So soon? I didn’t think it would be until next week.

XY: I know. I need to register us online though.

XX: I’ll put the kettle on while you do that – and grab some biscuits.

XY: Good idea, love. Bourbons for me if we have any.

Scene 2

XX: The bags look really nice.

XY: They do. A bit flimsy, mind. Did we have any bourbons?

XX: Course. I know what you like and I’ve been saving them. Haven’t seen any since rationing started though.

XY: You are good to me.

XX: I know I am. So are we set then?

XY: We are. Are you alright? You look worried.

XX: I am a bit but I know it’s the right thing to do – the Prime Minister said so himself. He wouldn’t lie about something so serious.

XY: He’s a good man. He does his best for our country.

XX: I’m sure he would do the same if he were in our shoes. After all, he started the war to protect us.

XY: Bugger!

XX: What’s wrong?

XY: My bloody biscuit broke off into my tea.

XX: Give it ‘ere, you wally, and I’ll make you another. We’re down to the last of the tea bags anyway.

Scene 3

XX: I wish we could have spoken to our Neil today.

XY: I know, love, but he’s on the frontline doing his best to keep us safe.

XX: I miss him loads. Last email from him was over two months ago. I hope he’s okay.

XY: Course he is. They’d let us know if anything bad had happened to him.

XX: It’s a shame we couldn’t have said goodbye.

XY: He’ll understand. He’ll be proud of us doing our bit for the war effort.

XX: You’re right. We should go outside now. Can you make sure the front door is locked? I don’t want strangers going through our belongings.

Scene 4

XX: I’m cold. The sleeping bags aren’t very warm.

XY: Mine isn’t any better.

XX: They’re really tight as well. I can’t move. I’m a bit scared.

XY: Don’t be. The Government adverts said that there’s nothing to be afraid of. Now come on, remember why we’re doing this.

XX: You’re right. We’ve had a good innings and we are using up resources. Even so, I am worried.

XY: We’ll be helping the environment as well, love. The bags are biodegradable.

XX: Isn’t that amazing? So thoughtful.

XY: We’ll go right inside together and pull our cords at the same time if you like. They’ve made it as painless as possible. Please don’t worry, love.

XX: What time will the bin men be around to collect us?

XY: Around lunchtime.

XX: We won’t litter the place for long then?

XY: No.

XX: I’m glad. I’d hate the neighbours to think we’re making a mess. I love you, darling.

XY: I love you too.