I've been doing a monologue performance that outrivalled Thora Hird

Tom, please see me this evening at 8.30pm tonight. Bella

O.K. Shall I bring extra Post-Its? Tom

Why? Bella

Because we’re not talking Tom

No, I would like some real talking and listening to take place for once. Do you think you can do some practising? Bella

Fine, will do. Tom

It’s a shame we’re no longer talking, I agree, especially after our meeting. But as you don’t appear to listen to a word I say, there doesn’t seem much point, does there? You might not have noticed that I don’t always like what I have to do either. Have you ever thought about that? But I do it, because I know if I don’t we won’t have any money. Knowing our Booker long list of unpaid bills I would have thought the least you could do was attempt to stay in a job for more than one day. I mean half of the population of India seems to be able to sell products no one wants on a daily basis to millions of people. They probably aren’t over-excited about wipe-easy steak grills either and it may well offend their aesthetic sensibilities too but they just get on with it. IT’S CALLED MAKING A FUCKING EFFORT. I’m now totally convinced that for fourteen years I’ve been doing a monologue performance that outrivalled Thora Hird but, alas, I’ve never had an audience. I’ve been like some dozy student at the Edinburgh Festival who no one wants to see no matter how many humiliating leaflets she gives out. Will you:
Clean out Maureen and babies
Put her back on Scientific Diet
Open newspapers at recruitment pages
Do the shopping
Do something about the 1994 Mini Milks frozen onto the inside of the freezer wall.
Bella