Valerie pointedly goes and looks off L
Mrs Hewitt Right, everyone, this is the place.
Valerie Any more of you?
Mrs Hewitt No, we’re all present and correct.
Valerie And you are . . .
Mrs Hewitt Hewitt’s
the name. How d’you do. I’m afraid we’ve got a bit of a do on up at the home.
There’s some fellow out there in a trench and he’s managed to put his pick axe
through something vital. We’ve got no electricity or water
. . . and now the loos are backing up as well. Josephine, I don’t know what’s
so funny but if you don’t stop giggling I’ll send you back to help clear up the
mess. And Joan I won’t tell you again about slouching. Stand up and be proud.
Sunny Seniors don’t slouch.
Valerie Well, Mrs Hewitt, I’m afraid that tonight is not . . .
Mrs Hewitt Good! I was sure you’d be able to help. That’s wonderful. Some sort of a clinic aren’t you? Don’t worry if you haven’t got rooms for them all. They’re used to sharing. Right, best if I push off now. The staff and I need to clean up - and to look around for new premises. We’ll be back tomorrow to pick everyone up. Tomorrow evening at the latest.
Mrs Hewitt and her staff start to go but then Mrs Hewitt spots Josephine holding something furtively.
You see, Mrs Granger this is, I’m afraid the sort of frivolous behaviour we discourage at Sunny Seniors. Josephine here seems to be under the impression that within the pages of this publication (looks disdainfully at the magazine) she’ll find edification and wisdom. Alas, all she will learn about are the mating habits of (derisively) celebrities. But I’m sure I can rely on you, Mrs Granger, to maintain Sunny Seniors’ standards in my absence. I’m sure you too run a tight ship. No surfing the net, no DVDs that might cause over-excitement, no reading after lights out, that’s the sort of thing.