Episode 101
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(door bell rings)
Linda: Oh, Harrison, it’s you ! Thank goodness, I was just about to call the police station.
Harrison: Really, I wonder why that might be ?
Linda: I’ve had a terrible day. To begin with, one of our guests asked for baked beans on toast for breakfast. And she wanted white toast - can you believe it ?
Harrison: A questionable taste in food is not a criminal offence, Linda, even in Ambridge.
Linda: And now I’ve discovered that Constanza and Salieri have been stolen ! I went out to their field just now and the gate is open. There’s no sign of them.
Harrison: I’m very sorry to hear that, Linda, but on a personal level rather than a professional one.
Linda: Whatever do you mean by that ? And why are you in your cricket whites and not your uniform ?
Harrison: I am in my whites, Linda, because today is our annual cricket match against Darrington. We were on the verge of defeating them for the first time in ten years (stifled sob).
Linda: What has that got to do with me and my llamas ?
Harrison: Everything ! It was the last over of the match and Johnny was batting with only two runs needed to win. The bowler ran in just as your llamas appeared, walking in front of the sightscreen. Johnny was startled, took his eye off the ball and was bowled ! We lost by one run.
Linda: So Constanza and Salieri are safe and sound, that’s wonderful !
Harrison: Your llamas may be safe and sound but there are grown men in tears in the pavilion and what can only be described as a lynch mob is heading this way.
Linda: But that’s ridiculous - it’s only a game !
(loud thud as Harrison falls to the ground)
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. She’ll always be an incomer.)
(door bell rings)
Linda: Oh, Harrison, it’s you ! Thank goodness, I was just about to call the police station.
Harrison: Really, I wonder why that might be ?
Linda: I’ve had a terrible day. To begin with, one of our guests asked for baked beans on toast for breakfast. And she wanted white toast - can you believe it ?
Harrison: A questionable taste in food is not a criminal offence, Linda, even in Ambridge.
Linda: And now I’ve discovered that Constanza and Salieri have been stolen ! I went out to their field just now and the gate is open. There’s no sign of them.
Harrison: I’m very sorry to hear that, Linda, but on a personal level rather than a professional one.
Linda: Whatever do you mean by that ? And why are you in your cricket whites and not your uniform ?
Harrison: I am in my whites, Linda, because today is our annual cricket match against Darrington. We were on the verge of defeating them for the first time in ten years (stifled sob).
Linda: What has that got to do with me and my llamas ?
Harrison: Everything ! It was the last over of the match and Johnny was batting with only two runs needed to win. The bowler ran in just as your llamas appeared, walking in front of the sightscreen. Johnny was startled, took his eye off the ball and was bowled ! We lost by one run.
Linda: So Constanza and Salieri are safe and sound, that’s wonderful !
Harrison: Your llamas may be safe and sound but there are grown men in tears in the pavilion and what can only be described as a lynch mob is heading this way.
Linda: But that’s ridiculous - it’s only a game !
(loud thud as Harrison falls to the ground)
🎼. Dum ti dum ti dum ti dum...
(Ed. She’ll always be an incomer.)
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