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The house on Chapel Lane
"We're keeping the certificate, the china, and the eleven seconds."
BRONWEN Right. Kitchen's done. That leaves the attic, the shed, and whatever is in that wardrobe that neither of us has opened since Tuesday.
IDRIS I wish this house was smaller. Genuinely. Four bedrooms for two people - what were they keeping in them all?
BRONWEN Us, Idris. They were keeping us in them. Look - your football certificates. All of them. Even the one for "participation".
IDRIS ...I wish you hadn't found those.
BRONWEN I'm framing the participation one. Oh - careful with that box, that's the good china. Mind the - Idris. I wish you'd hold the bottom of boxes. You've been carrying them like that all weekend and my heart can't take it.
IDRIS Nothing's broken yet.
BRONWEN Yet. Sit down a minute. I want to say something serious before the skip arrives, and if only we had more time, I'd say it better. I wish we'd visited more. Both of us. Christmas and one week in summer, for years. She used to say the house was too quiet, and I used to think it was just a thing people say.
IDRIS I know. I wish she'd told us properly - actually said, "I'm lonely, come home." But she wouldn't, would she? Not her. She'd say the garden was "getting too big for your father" and hope we could translate.