Evidence that Fran's birthday won't be the same this year
It's on Monday. Thanks for asking.
Well, I know you didn't, but I sensed you were about to.
Oh, you know, wine, chocolates, flowers, perfume. The usual.
No, not all of them, unless you're feeling generous.
I'm sure that's not true. But there's a first time for everything.
Coco Chanel, actually. A small bottle would be lovely.
No, I don't mean the shower gel.
I know the nice man at the market sells it, but -
Well, I'm sorry, but if you want quality, you will pay over a hundred.
That's okay. Just the chocolates, then.
No, it isn't my 60th! How could you think that?
Well, don't come in so close then.
Thanks for the recommendation, but I've used the same face cream for years now and wasn't intending to swap.
What am I doing for my birthday? No, nothing much, really, what with the lock down.
You don't need to worry about that. I won't forget the daily walk, no. Even if it is my birthday. Thank you for your concern.
Yes, I suppose I could make myself a cake, although there's no law against making one for someone else and putting it on their doorstep.
I know, but just saying.
You're right. I could also cook myself a lovely birthday meal. Thank you for the suggestion.
And wrap myself some presents. How kind of you to have so many ideas.
And write myself a card. May I refer you back to what I said earlier about doorsteps.
And there's always next year, you're absolutely right.
Or the year afterwards, yes, but let's not get too pessimistic.
Well, that's very kind. If I don't pick up the phone, feel free to sing it into the voicemail. I might be too busy to answer if I'm MAKING MY OWN CAKE.
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