"Onslow don't forget you have to call those people from the police today" Daisy said peering over her Mills and Boon book, to see her vest wearing, bulky husband plonk himself in his armchair and whack the top of the television to turn it on.
"Any breakfast?" he said increasing the volume of the television using the buttons on the front.
"Onslow, Did you hear what I said?" She asked.
"Yes, I will phone 'em once I have had I've had me breakfast" the Scouser replied.
"I suppose you want me to get it for you" Daisy said putting her library book down.
"Ta Dais, can I have a packet of smoky bacon to go with it?"
She went into the kitchen and retrieved a can of beer from the fridge before wrestling with the endless boxes of crisps she had bought the day before yesterday from the cash and carry.
"Here" she said handing them to her husband, nearly tripping up over the dog.
"Cheers" he said patting his lap, inviting the dog to come and sit with him.
Daisy cringed as Onslow let the dog lick the flavour off the handful of crisps before cramming them into his own mouth.
"How's your father this morning?" He asked spraying crisp residue everywhere.
"Quiet, I think those stronger pills are finally taking effect" his wife replied getting back to her book.
"Good, as long as he chasing that Mrs. Sandicliffe again, I had to chase him two miles yesterday, and me legs still hurts now, I haven't done that much exercise in years" he said rubbing his leg.
"I know, it's a long time since you have been physical" Daisy said commenting on her husband's lack of enthusiasm of getting physical in the bedroom.
"I keep telling ya, I've got headache."
"Hadn't you better ring the police" she said quickly changing the subject.
"Can you pass me t'phone" he said, his eyes still glued to the horse racing on T.V.
"No I'm busy, the number's on a card by the phone" she replied.
"Oh nice" her husband moaned, getting the dog to move before he ambled to cupboard which the phone lived on. "Who's number is this?" he asked holding up a pad that was sitting by the dusty, yellow phone which was originally white. The numbers were sticky and there were traces of red nail polish as well as eyelash glue on it, as Rose's gentleman callers always chose to call when she was either doing her nails her adjusting her lashes.
"Oh I think it's the number of our Rose's new gentleman friend in London." She replied.
"Another new one? I thought she went there to see an old boyfriend."
"So did I but she met someone in a bar, apparently he's really nice, she sounded happy when she called, I rang 1471 in case we needed to get in touch with her about father."
"Oh, I tell you something Dais, your Rose has had more new fellas than I've had bags of crisps, where is this number?"
"On the side by the pad"
He threw several battered library books onto the floor as well one of Rose's half a dozen address books, several of her fashion magazines and his own copies of the Racing Post. "Is this Unsolved Crimes squad?"
"That's the one. I better get father some breakfast while you speak to them." She said moving into the kitchen to get her father a bowl of cereal or a slice of toast depending on which of the crockery sets she decided to wash up yesterday.