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He shops at the new Sainsbury superstore on Friday evenings,
Goes power-walking every morning at 6 am, sharp,
And cleans his Cavalier on Saturday mornings.

She takes her runaround to the car-wash on Monday mornings,
Enjoys a measure of gin with slimline tonic before going to bed,
And last Friday, she went to a cheese and wine party with the people from the local amateur dramatic society.

They worry about the mortgage.

He complains about the drunken young men who sing when they pass the house on Friday and Saturday nights,
He swaps gardening utensils with the man nextdoor,
And he is thinking about putting up shelves in the spare room.

He carves the roast on Sundays,
Sometimes does things to her that she says she doesn’t like,
And he has just put an ornamental pond into the garden.

She looks after her pennies,
She had a letter published in the local paper,
And she takes little yellow, ovular pills when she’s worried about ‘things’.

They like Tony Blair but they’re a bit scared of the loony left.

He once helped out with the cub-scouts - he would take them swimming - he used to love taking them.

It’s not that he dislikes vegetarians, but he doesn’t like it when they try and force their opinions on him.

She eats Milk Tray chocolates and then makes herself sick later.

They both think Rosemary West should have been hanged, or worse.

They both think that Brucey is a comic genius.

Neither of them are sure about the Italians who have just moved into number fifty-five.

He is tracing their family tree to see where they came from,
He gave a pound to Save the Children last week,
And he has a friend called Sadie whom he calls on once a week.

They both worry about her weight.

They both enjoy reading about the Royals in the paper.

When her mother dies, they’re planning to buy new cars.

He doesn’t like the little silences that occur when he walks into the office,
Nor the tie she bought him for Christmas,
Or the way she keeps getting through the housekeeping money.

And they feel a sense of belonging, especially in times of war,
To the Great British Public,
Whoever they are.