Put the bags down.
But I like carrying them.
You’ll feel better if you let go.
I will carry my bags until I’m blue in the face.
Er, Glumbags? You looked in a mirror lately?
Nope, eyes down.
You’re blue in the face already!
But if I put down my bags, someone will pinch them.
I promise you, no-one will steal your baggage. No resale value whatsoever.
Excuse me, there are tons of memories and future concerns in here – and they’re very, very precious to me!
How do they make you feel, Glumbags?
Do you like feeling glum?
No I don’t.
What have you actually got to be glum about today?
Well, I have to carry these two heavy bags for starters.
Aha! I have a fine solution. Come out and play.
What about my hair? Will the rain mess it up?
Do you know how much Brylcreem I use, to smooth my navy locks?
How about this? After we play, we’ll go to the late night Turkish barber on the High Street.
What is there to do on a Sunday, anyway?
We can do handstands in the park. We can juggle plums at the grocery store. We can gargle the National Anthem in the Rose & Crown. Hey, here’s an idea – we can have a curry!
I like curry.
Let’s go, my treat. We’ll ask Dad 100 if he wants to come with us. And no thinking about babies, deal?
Can I pick up my baggage when we get home?
Sure Glumbags, they will be right here.
Okay, mine’s a king prawn jalfrezi and some sag aloo.
Oh, I love a sag aloo, I do.