GWEN: I do not believe this. I know I gave them to you. I remember. I gave you the camera and then the keys. I said, ‘Here’s your stupid camera, it’ll be a waste bringing it’, and I handed you the keys. Oh, honestly.

JIM: Don’t worry. Don’t start to worry.

GWEN: I know I haven’t got them.

JIM: I… No I haven’t. I don’t remember. But we’ll find them. Just don’t get upset.

GWEN: Well, where are they?!

JIM: Don’t get upset.

GWEN: I have not got them.

She tips the contents of her handbag on the floor.

There! Are they there? Can you see a set of keys? I can’t. Can anyone see a set of keys?

JIM: Well, they must be around. We’ll find them. Don’t get upset.

GWEN: Look! There are no keys there.

She picks things up and shoves them in the bag again.

No. No. No. No. No. No. No. I haven’t come across any keys yet.

ROY and CORAL come in.

JIM: Oh dear. Here they are. Back pocket. Goodness me. What a duffer.

GWEN: I did not have the keys. Did I? Now my eyes are stinging. I can hardly see. It hurts. I need a Bex.

ROY: Any good shots?

JIM: A couple, I think.

GWEN: Of course not. We were so far back. Hullo. We thought we’d lost the keys.

Awkward pause.

ROY: So what do you think of our little Chips Raffertys, eh? Proud mums and dads?

GWEN: I wish they’d done a musical. My head.

ROY: It… er… it was hot in that hall. We might see the P & C about some air conditioning next year. Very stuffy. It’s a pity they weren’t selling something a bit stronger than cordial. Made a killing.

Pause.

Very stuffy. When you said that bit about you have slumbered here you were certainly hitting the nail on the head. Not that I was bored. No. It was a good night out.

Pause.

Off away, are you?

JIM: In the morning.

GWEN: If we ever get a start. [To CORAL] Did you enjoy the play?

CORAL stares at her for a moment then looks away.

We were right at the back. Wasn’t the music lovely?

Pause.

Have you been well?

CORAL, doesn’t respond. HARRY and VIC come in.

HARRY: Here he is, Vic! He’s here. There you are.

VIC: Where is he? There you are. Ahhhhhh, well done. There’s my boy. Weren’t you marvellous? You were marvellous.

HARRY: Congratulations, son. A real Laurence Olivier you are.

VIC: Oh, it was marvellous. Wasn’t it a lovely show?

GWEN: Oh, yes.

JIM: Very nice.

VIC: You looked so wicked, Tom.

HARRY: I said to your mother, our Tom’s got a bit of hobgoblin in him. Where did he get that then, eh?

HARRY and VIC laugh.