Mrs Smith : Oh ! It’ll soon be eight o’ clock in the evening.

An ordinary English evening, just like other English days. The English clock resound. We could hear thirteen English strikes.

Mrs Smith, we could see on her English face, an English big smile. Head a little tilted.

Mr Smith, keeps doing his reading, and clicking his tongue.

Mrs Smith : Have you seen darling ??!! I’m right again.

The Smith were on their English terrace. Mr Smith, English, on his deck chair and his English flip flops, smoking his English pipe, and reading an English automobile newspaper. He has English glasses. Next to him, stands up, in an English position, Mrs Smith English, drinking a cup of tea. An english long silence.

Mr Smith, keeps doing his reading, and clicking his tongue.

We could hear a little voice, Mrs Smith, deaf, didn’t hear her.

Tape recorder : Hello Mike. How are you ?

A voice : Hello Mike. HO are iu’ou ?

Mrs Smith : Potatoes are very good with the bacon. The salad oil was not rancid. The oil that ma sister entrust me is much better than the oil your sister entrust me. It is a little bit normal, she had this oil by the brother of my sister-in-law while your sister had this oil by the grocer’s corner while the grocer of opposite is much better than this. It left a good feeling. I do not especially mean that their oil is bad, on the contrary.

Mr Smith : keeps doing his reading, and clicking his tongue.

Mrs Smith : Nevertheless it is always the oil of my sister that is the best.

Tape recorder : Oh, I’m fine ! excuse me, what time is it ??

A voice : Oh, Aym Fayne. Excuise mi, what tayme iz itt ?

Mrs Smith : Taylor has cooked potatoes well, this time. The last time, she had not cook well. I love them only when they are cooked well.

Mr Smith : keeps doing his reading, and clicking his tongue.

Mrs Smith : The fish was fresh. I was licking my chops. I took that twice. No, six times! That makes me go to the toilets. You took that