- Yes?
- Oh, Mrs.
Pumphrey.
- [Mrs.
Pumphrey] (mumbling) (man walking downstairs) - Of course.
I'll send one of them out to you right away.
- [Mrs.
Pumphrey] Thank you.
- [Siegfried] Who was that?
- Mrs.
Pumphrey.
There's summat wrong with Tricki.
- I'll do it.
- No, no.
James, you have an early start with Kitson.
You've got plenty on today.
Leave it to me.
- Thank you, Siegfried.
- Mrs Pumphrey's always generous with the sherry this time of year.
Presents?
- For the Aldersons.
- That's lovely.
Here.
Looks like you've a few Christmas cards.
- Oh, this is from Dad.
- Your mum must be upset you're not back for Christmas.
- Oh, they've gone enough with the kids coming over.
I'm sure she'll be fine.
- Oh, James, your mother won't be fine, which is why she got people coming to stay, take her mind off it.
- He wants me to call tomorrow at five.
- Well, that's good, isn't it?
It means you get to speak to your mum.
- Oh, I hope so.
We haven't spoken since they visited.
I've wrote but, I only heard back from Dad.
- She's your mother.
Course she wants to talk to you on Christmas Day.
(lively orchestral music)
