Don't be
offended,
but lately we've been on my mind.
And one day we might wake and find
a hopeless situation.
No hurt intended,
but I have to make a move before
we find were running out of more
than time and conversation.
Mind the bend, Darling.
I've driven you to the station
for the last fifteen years.
You don't have to tell me.
Careful, there is another one coming up.
Darling!
I know this road like the back of my hand.
Caroline, keep your eyes on the road.
Good Lord!
What?
I don't believe it.
What?
It's unbelievable.
What is?
You are so irritating this morning.
There's been a big shake up at Belmont.
Tony Lloyd has been made MD.
Do you know him?
Tony Lloyd previously spent three years
at Ginsberg Publishing,
where he worked under
the Sales and Marketing Director, Donald Fairchild.
He was my Home Sales Director.
I told him he was out of his mind
to leave Ginsberg for Belmont,
because he was in line for my job.
Now he's a Managing Director
and I'm still there.
It's not your fault, Darling.
You know, Herman Ginsburg
should have stepped down years ago.
I know, you know,
Herman knows.
He said he'd retire
when he was sixty five.
Well,
he can't go on for ever, can he?
He's seventy four next week.
I must be mad
to have stayed with Herman.
Tony Lloyd, MD of Belmont.
You just hang in there, Darling.
It's only a matter of time.
I know,
I've got another fifteen years
before I retire.
Here we are.
Ohhh, roll on Friday.
Darling, its only Monday.
Oh, don't forget.
We've promised to take
Jonathon for lunch today,
before he gets his train for Oxford.
Are you sure you've kept it free?
Don't worry, it's in the diary.
it's not everyday
a member of our family
goes to University.
I'm looking forward to it.
So is Jonathon.
So am I.
It's yonks since you took me
out to lunch during the week.
I know.
Herman is so mean these days
it's hard enough to claim
the genuine business lunches.
Ah, Donald.
I thought I might look for a job.
I'm going to have
a lot of time on my hands.
Well you've still got me
to look after.
Yes of course, but
I thought I'd like something
more challenging.
More fulfilling.
I've spent the last
twenty odd years
looking after you
and the children.
I want a job.
But, that is your job.
I want something more, Donald.
I want to go back to work.
Well, a good idea.
What about that new flower shop
in Amersham?
They're always looking
for part time staff.
No, that's not quite
what I had in mind.
Why not?
You're a jolly good
flower arranger.
I bet you could get a job there.
Donald!
I want to pick up my career.
I want to go back
into publishing.
Darling, you are quaint.
I must go
or I'll miss it.
Don't forget
to pick up my suit
from the cleaners.
Oh and some shaving cream.
Lather.
You got foam last time.
Donald!
Donald, may I remind you.
I had a very successful
career in publishing
before I bore your children.
Our children.
And it was a promising career.
Alright. Promising.
I was earning
more than you.
And it would have been successful
if you hadn't got me pregnant
every two minutes.
Caroline, I have to travel
with these people.
Well, just you remember Donald Fairchild,
that I'm the one
who had to give up my career.
I'm the one who had to
compromise.
I'm the one who had to
deal with all the dirty nappies.
And I'm the one
who wants to pick up
my career.
You haven't done any
dirty nappies for years.
I'm talking metaphorically.
What was the alternative?
That I should have
given up my career?
Well, I was a good editor.
I found the Dartington Trilogy.
Which still sells very nicely,
thank you very much.
So don't patronise me.
Darling, I wasn't patronising you.
Yes, you were.
You called me quaint.
Nobody likes being called quaint.
It's patronising.
Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.
It was wrong.
Naive, would have been a better word.