Missing Mrs Brown

Your Coca-Cola bottler presents Claudia, faced on the famous play and novels by Rose Franken, brought you transcribed Monday through Friday by your friendly neighbor who bottles Coca-Cola. Relax, and while you're listening refresh yourself. Have a Coke.

And now, Claudia. Well for heaven's sake, David, the clock must have stopped. Well, what clock, darling? The clock on the map. Oh, honestly. What clock? How many clocks have we got? It says only half past eight. Eight thirties. What it is.

Now that is impossible. It must be hours later than half past eight. Not according to my watch, it isn't. What does your watch say? My watch says half past eight. He is like at least 10 o'clock.

That's because you're darning. I loathe Hayden to test darning. I take it you don't like it. No, I'll bet. You know the trouble of me is David. I have too too many fingers for sewing, business.

Well, what amazes me is considering how long it takes you to darn a hole in my sock just how badly it's done when you finish. How do you know how long? So today, mom has been doing all the darning around here.

Have you absolutely no ambition to become a wifely kind of wife? Trying to be measured by my darns? No, absolutely none. Honestly, David, how do you get such holes in your feet? By walking on my hands.

That's one fly, David. You ought to try it. Sometimes gloves are much easier to mend. Those of you as you're spoiled. I know I haven't done the socks since I don't know when. And maybe that's one of the reasons I kept Mama around because you made so many holes in your feet.