Peggy’s Place
Peggy, die Wirtin von Spotlights ganz eigenem Londoner Pub, ist niedergeschlagen und braucht ein wenig Aufmunterung. Von INEZ SHARP
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George: It feels almost like things are back to normal.
Sean: I’ve said it before, but I don’t think things will ever be quite like they were before the pandemic.
Helen: You’re right. I notice it every day at work. The way people move around each other. People — especially older people — are still careful not to touch.
George: That’ll go away, too. You’re very quiet, Peggy.
Peggy: I’ve got stuff on my mind. There seem to be a lot of loose ends to tie up. We started all sorts of projects in lockdown that are now just hanging there.
Helen: Like what?
Peggy: Well, the pub near Loch Lomond for a start.
George: We talked that over, Peggy. Buying it would be too much work for all of us.
Peggy: I keep working up to calling the local council there, but they’re going to be so disappointed.
Helen: Aren’t there any other potential buyers?
Peggy: Not a single one — and they were so nice...
George: ...even when you arrived three hours late and smelling of vodka.
Peggy: And they threw a party for us.
Helen: Just get it over with. Set yourself a deadline and then call them.
Sean: Helen’s right. And keeping them waiting is unkind, too.
Helen: So, what else is on your agenda?
Peggy: The renovations to the kitchen.
George: Hasn’t that been done yet?
Sean: No!
Helen: But you were planning that months ago!
Peggy: Yeah, I’m really hacked off. We ordered all the new equipment, but because of the pandemic, the delivery times have been pushed right back.
Sean: We’ll be lucky if we have the kitchen done by October.
George: What we all need is something to look forward to.
Peggy: I’m not making plans for anything that isn’t one hundred per cent guaranteed going to happen.
George: That narrows things down.
Helen: What did you have in mind?
George: Well, I was thinking about an outing for all of us.
Sean: What we really need is something that’ll cheer Peggy up right now.
Peggy: That’s very sweet of you, but...
Helen: Then why don’t we have a party?
George: Now?
Sean: Hell, yes!
Helen: A knees-up!
Sean: A shindig!
George: A bash!
Helen: So, what are we waiting for?
Peggy: But there’s nobody here? It’s after hours.
Sean: We’re here!
George: I’m sure if we called Jane, she’d be up for some partying.
Peggy: You’re right there.
Helen: And tell her she can bring her handsome new boyfriend.
George: Where’s Phil?
Peggy: He’s already in bed.
George: That’s sad!
Sean: Never mind. Six is enough for a party. I’m off to the kitchen to cut up some cucumbers.
Helen: Cucumbers? For cucumber sandwiches? Not my kind of party food!
Sean: It’s for Pimm’s, silly.
“I’ve got stuff on my mind”