The Father Soundboard Edit

Actually it's nice name. Anthony, don't you think?

But I know my watch is on my wrist. That I do know. For the journey.

Don't worry, everything will sort itself out.

Friday 31st of December 1937.

I can see her face now. She was, I hope she. Come and see me sometime.

I don't know what she's cooking me up against me, but she's cooking something up.

I don't know what's happening anymore.

I don't need her. Anyone else I can manage very well on my own.

I feel as if I'm losing all my leave.

I say you're gorgeous.

I'm not leaving my flat. I am not leaving my face.

I'm sorry. And you told me the other day if you forgotten, she's forgotten Paris. They don't even speak English there.

My mother gave it to me, I imagine. Do you know her? Who? My mother.

No, Dad, why did you keep going on about Paris?

Ohh. Exactly, am I?

The trees and all the leaves, and then we'll come back here and we'll have something to eat. And then you can have your siesta all right.

There's something funny going on.

This really is my flat. Isn't it?

Your father seemed a bit confused.