:51:12
Crumbs! Look at the door!
:51:14
The paint's all gone.
Scorched down to the wood.
:51:17
Never mind, dear.
You said you'd burn it off one day.
:51:23
The leaves have all gone off the apple tree,
ducks.
:51:26
Oh, yes! What a shame!
:51:29
Still, it'll be lovely in the spring.
:51:32
It is spring, dear.
:51:37
Oh! Listen!
:51:38
A dog!
:51:41
Oh, poor thing!
:51:45
I expect he's hungry.
:51:47
The heat has affected the hedge, love.
:51:50
- The beans look a bit shrivelled.
- And I think the lettuce have evaporated.
:51:54
Well, they do have a high water content.
:51:57
- Can you see any fallout falling out, James?
- No, the sun is trying to get through.
:52:02
They didn't blow up the sun, thank goodness.
:52:05
Oh, no, dear. Science is still in its infancy.
:52:09
What does the fallout look like, dear?
:52:12
I don't know.
The er...government directive
:52:14
neglects to mention
how the populous could recognise it.
:52:17
I expect it's a bit like snow, ducks. Only greyer.
:52:21
The grass looks a funny colour.
:52:23
Yes, I'll pop down to Mr Sponge's tomorrow
and get some bone meal and dried blood.
:52:27
He might be closed due to the bomb, dear.
:52:30
What, old Sponge?
Miss a day's trade? Not him! He'd rather die!
:52:36
It's very cloudy. Almost foggy.
:52:40
We need some sun to bring the garden on.
:52:42
- The milkman's not been yet. He's late.
- Oh, well, that's logical.
:52:47
He's bound to be a bit late after the bomb.
:52:49
Perhaps he's been called up to fight,
or something.
:52:52
Oh, yes. Well er... maybe.
:52:55
But they'd have got a woman or something.