Hilda Andrews - Сonversation-03. Jim and Maggie are going away for the week | Текст песни

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• Сonversation-03. Jim and Maggie are going away for the week

Jim: Have you packed everything yet, Maggie? We must hurry if we don't want to miss the train.
Maggie: Yes, everything's ready. But I haven't had time to collect your coat from the cleaners'. We'll have to pick it up on the way to the station.
Jim: You haven't forgotten my razor?
Maggie: No, I haven't. But I'm sure you've forgotten to buy new blades for it.
Jim: Oh, dash it, so I have! Never mind we can buy some at the station kiosk. Have you telephoned for the taxi yet?
Maggie: Yes, it should be here any moment now.
Jim: Goodness, how I'm looking forward to this week away!8 What a hectic term it's been! I haven't had time to breathe (door-bell rings). That must be the taxi. All ready to leave, Maggie?
Maggie: Just a minute. Let's make sure we haven't forgotten anything. Have you cancelled the newspaper?
Jim: Yes, I did that this morning.
Maggie: Have you put the note I gave you for the milkman?
Jim: Yes, yes, of course I have.
Maggie: You've bolted all the windows, haven't you, and locked the
back door?
Jim: Good heavens, Maggie, you've asked me that at least dozen
times. Hurry up now, for goodness sake!
Maggie: Don't shout, Jim. Have you turned out the pilot light
under the water heater?
Jim: Yes, I have. And I've turned off all the lights, and the radio and
the television. Now are you coming?
Maggie: Well, that's all, I suppose. You remembered to get the
reservations, didn't you?
Jim: But, Maggie, I asked you to get those, on the way home from the office.
Maggie: Oh, Jim, so you did, but I forgot. I had my mind so full of all the other things that needed doing.
Jim: Yes, I know. Notes for the milkman, pilot lights and what not. We simply must leave now. If we can't get a seat we'll have to stand.
Let's make sure we haven't forgotten anything
Maggie: Oh, Jim, have you locked the tool-shed in the garden?
Jim: Maggie, you're starting all over again! We'll never get away, we might as well unpack and stay here.
Maggie: But I'm coming, Jim. Here you are, I'm quite ready. Jim: Well, at last!

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