When the Wind Blows Page #6

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But they'd have got a

woman or something.

- Quiet, isn't it?

- Yes.

I haven't seen no trains. No traffic.

I expect they're all having

a good lie-in after the bomb.

Terrible smell of burning.

Oh, yes. Well... bound to be.

That's logical.

It's like... roast meat.

Yes! Roast dinners.

I expect people are having their

Sunday dinners early this week,

due to the unexpected circumstances.

The road's gone all funny.

Seems to have melted a bit.

I expect that's why the milkman's late.

He's got stuck somewhere.

I wonder if there's a proper war on.

I wonder who's winning.

Never mind. It'll all

be in the papers, dear.

Come to think of it, he's late, too.

He missed us altogether yesterday.

Well, you can't expect things

to be normal after the bomb.

Difficulties will be experienced throughout

the duration of the emergency period.

Normality will only be assumed after

the sensation of hostilities.

Oh, dear. I think I'm

going to be sick again.

There, there, there, ducks.

All better now?

I had the most terrible

diarrhoea this morning.

Nerves, dear. It's just nerves.

I'm the same, and I'm a man.

Let's sit in the garden for a bit.

Don't you think we ought

to clear up, dear?

Yes, yes, later on.

I feel a bit... weak and dizzy.

We'll make a start soon.

Well, suppose Jerry

comes this afternoon.

No, they'd wait for the fallout to clear.

Too dangerous for a few days.

We've got plenty of time.

The situation is well

in hand, you bet.

Our boys will be lying

in wait for 'em.

I expect they've laid a trap.

Jerry will walk straight into it.

Hello! There's cloud coming up.

Looks like rain.

It's raining! I'm going in.

Rain! Yes!

We can save it!

Don't you get wet, James. You'll catch

a chill. We don't want you laid up again.

We'll be all right for water

now for a while, dear.

Do you think rainwater

is all right to drink?

Oh, yes, of course it is.

There's nothing purer than rainwater,

is there? Everybody knows that.

Perhaps I'd better boil it.

Best to be on the safe side.

Oh, yes, I suppose so. We don't

want to take unnecessary risks.

It may prejudice our

chance of survival.

What do you mean, James?

We have survived, haven't we?

Yes, I know. But after the bombs

on Japan, people died ages later.

I... forget exactly why.

Perhaps they didn't take precautions.

Yes. I expect they neglected

to do the correct thing and...

Oh, and anyway, that was years ago.

Science was in its infancy.

We're better equipped

to deal with the situation

in the light of modern

scientific knowledge.

Oh, yes. Nowadays, there's bound to be

all sorts of anditotes and protectives.

When the medics get through, they'll probably

just spray us with some anditote,

give us a couple of pills, and in

no time, we'll be as right as rain.

I'm glad we moved to the country

when you retired, dear.

Yes. Much more peaceful.

If we'd still been in London,

we'd probably have been bombed out by now.

Yes. Unless we'd been evacuated.

Oh, that was only children.

And women too, of course.

I'd have been requisitioned

for essential war work.

But you're far too old.

You're retired.

Yes, but all age groups are

pressed into emergency service

during times of national

emergency, dear.

I'd have been an air-raid warden.

Or a stretcher bearer

for the Red Cross...

and St John's Ambulance Brigade,

or a fireman in the docks.

Jerry up above,

fire bombs raining down.

Up the turntable ladder.

Carrying women to safety.

Trust you to think of that, James.

I wish we had neighbours.

I'd like to ask someone

what's going on.

Well, I warned you, dear.

"This cottage is a

bit isolated," I said.

"You're not going

to like it," I said.

I wish we didn't have to stay put.

I quite fancy a pint.

I said I'd see old George down the

Half Moon today for a game of darts.

I expect he'll be busy with

his cows after the bomb.

It might have put them off laying...

milking, I mean.

Yes, it may have curdled

the milk, or something.

These bombs have a

terrific effect on things.

He may have switched over to yoghurt.

Yes. Lots of people's lives are going to

be considerably affected by the bomb.

London Airport will have

been knocked out, I expect.

Yes. Bang goes a lot of

people's holidays this year.

The Yanks won't come dropping in.

Oh, no. Not unless to help

us against the Russkies.

Remember in the war?

"Got any gum, chum?"

We used to stand on

the railway embankment,

and the Yanks used to shower us with

gum and chocolate and K Rations.

Terrific, it was.

I wonder if the Russkies chew gum.

"Got any gumski, comrade?"

You won't be able to say that, James.

They're the enemy.

Oh, yes. I keep forgetting.

Crumbs!

We won't have to try

and kill them, will we?

Oh, I... I suppose so.

That's what you're supposed

to do to the enemy, isn't it?

Crumbs! I hadn't really

thought of that.

You mean to say if one of them comes

through that door this afternoon,

I'm supposed to try and kill him?

Well, not you, James.

After all, you're retired.

Well, what would I kill him with?

A bit of old iron, I suppose.

I must mend those

socks for you, James.

They'd have Tommy guns.

They always do.

He'd mow us down, Hilda!

If a German sees you in these socks,

he'll think you're just a peasant.

"Die, you Englishe

pig dogs!" he'd say.

"Enemies of der Fatherland!

Heil Hitler!"

Oh. Oh, no, sorry. No, no,

that's the last time.

I keep forgetting,

it's the Russkies now.

Just suppose that one did come.

A great big Russian.

Big overcoat, great big

boots with snow on them.

Great furry hat, all covered

in belts of ammo and grenades.

Bloomin' great Tommy gun

pointing straight at us!

What am I supposed to do?

You could offer him a

cup of tea, I suppose.

Argh!

We mustn't be collaborators, Hilda.

They'd shave our heads.

Russians like tea. A cup of

tea wouldn't hurt, surely?

I suppose it's better than being

mown down in a hail of bullets.

Crumbs! They might round us up and

take us off to the concentration camps.

Why? We've not done anything.

We're not Jews, or anything.

- Your grandfather was a Jew.

- He was not!

Well, only partly.

They'd send us to Liberia.

Down the salt mines.

- Whatever for?

- I don't know.

They always do.

Perhaps Russians eat a lot of salt.

I expect they're quite nice, really.

I saw the Russians

dancing on telly once.

All in boots.

They seemed nice.

Oh, yes. I bet some of them are nice.

There were supposed to be

some nice Germans last time.

I think we're running out of water again,

dear. The rainwater's all gone.

Oh, we've still got a pint of milk.

Better save that for teatime.

I can't bear tea without milk.

- Posh people have lemon in it.

- I know! Horrible!

Crumbs!

I wonder if it was an American

missile falling a bit short.

That happened in the war...

blokes getting shelled by their own guns.

Be funny if it was an American

missile that had landed on us.

Wouldn't it, dear?

I can't see it's very funny, James.

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