You know, Jack, that was the first time in my all life where I could sit into the toilette with the door open and cook breakfast at the same time. Oh, Jack, we'll find a better place. Don't be sad. Yeah, you're right. We only got one bedroom. I mean, we've got no married life. Yeah, we remembered those days. She, his sister, used to give Bob, our son, some frozen chips. Frozen chips? Yes, frozen chips. You know what I think about them things? They are unhealthy. That's all. I many times said things like that to Jack's sister. We spent many days like this, talking about nonsense. Some days we go and make one another a cup of tea. Another day we sat outside the doors and have a laugh. Cook your dinner, now, dear. She used to say to me when it was my turn. And my turn was for Bob, me and Jack. Then I'll cook ours, for me and the colonel, she used to say. It was like living in a lie, in a big lie, where nothing was true and all surreal. It was a lie that we us...
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