- Found the old wrapping paper.
- [Mrs. Hall] Oh.
Well done.
- Had to stop his nibs here from ripping it all to bits.
- Little monkey.
Perhaps he'd like to help us make paper chains?
- Yes, it's about time he made himself useful.
- I've flour and sugar put aside for the cake, but there's no chance of a Christmas pud and I'm not convinced by Alice Dinsdale's blackberry mincemeat.
(baby grunting) I know.
It's a poor show for your first Christmas, isn't it?
- It's not the end of the world.
At least we'll have plenty of potatoes and sprouts.
- Well, that might be all we have.
The butcher said this morning I'd more chance of flying to the moon than getting a roasting joint this side of Christmas.
Although I may have a lead on something better.
- [Helen] Oh yes?
- I just need to pop out for a bit.
- Very mysterious.
- I won't be long.
- [James] Hello.
- [Helen] Did you have to bring home half the countryside?
- [James] You said you wanted holly.
- Well, if nothing else, we'll certainly look festive.
