32 Brinkburn Street2011

[Frank has got out of his wheelchair and is standing at the top of the cellar steps]

Frank:
Ellie, have you seen my fishing gear?

[he pushes with his walking stick and boxes fall down the stairs; Ellie comes running]

Ellie:
Dad?

Frank:
Ah, the cavalry. Can you see if you can get my fishing rods out of that lot of mess down there? I'm going fishing tomorrow.

Ellie:
Why?

Frank:
To get more exercise - you heard the doc.

Ellie:
He didn't prescribe sitting there for hours in the cold. You can't do that any more.

Frank:
Oh, and there's carp in that canal.

Ellie:
Well it's their lucky day, then, isn't it. Come on, get in your chair.

[Frank collapses back into the chair, gasping]

Frank:
Don't get old, Ellie. Not if you don't want to be treated like a child.