I’m as fit as a fiddle, and I slept like a log.
Dean.
These peaches are delicious. Try one.
Clare.
Aren’t there any cherries yet?
Dean.
I’m afraid not. “Fruits in due season,” you know, my dear!
Clare.
What about your peaches?
I’m as fit as a fiddle, and I slept like a log.
Dean.
These peaches are delicious. Try one.
Clare.
Aren’t there any cherries yet?
Dean.
I’m afraid not. “Fruits in due season,” you know, my dear!
Clare.
What about your peaches?