Phyllis: Are you popping in for tea Ivor? I have a pot brewing. I’ve put the wardrobe over it to keep it warm for you.
Ivor: Yes Phyllis, I will be ’round shortly when I can find where I left the road….it was here just now, all rolled up in an elastic band, beside the electric fire to keep it warm.
Phyllis: Ivor…..will you bring some seedcake please?
Ivor: Yes if you want. But I thought you had made one for me.
Phyllis: Well, I did….but I seem to have lost it between the kitchen and the sitting room.
Ivor : Oh well…..we can cut a nice slice of wall instead…….
……..When Ivor eventually found the road, he swam to Phyllis’s flat and dried his clothes on her warm heart….
They sat in silence because their breathing said all the words that needed to be said.