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Jim Bloggs: Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it.

Hilda Bloggs: Wasn't it light?

Jim Bloggs: Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!

Hilda Bloggs: What does the fallout look like, dear?

Jim Bloggs: Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in after the bombing.

Hilda Bloggs: Terrible smell of burning.

Jim Bloggs: Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical...

Hilda Bloggs: It's like...roast meat.

Jim Bloggs: Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances...

Jim Bloggs: A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for water now for a while, my dear.

Hilda Bloggs: Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?

Jim Bloggs: Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that.

Hilda Bloggs: Oh, look! My hair's coming out.