1. The first thing I say is "Ten days." Nick says: "What? No, it's eight days."
2. The bowl of town is smeared and blurred by low cloud. It looks so different that I stop to look for a moment in the rain and wind.
3. Conversation in the butchers: - Now if you'd bought enough for two, you could have cooked me dinner. - Don't you have someone to cook dinner for you? - Yeah, but I won't tell 'er. At this point, the other butcher put in: "Madam, you shouldn't have him round. He's not housetrained. You have to open the back door and let him out in the garden."