MOVING.
EXT. DAY. OUTSIDE FRONT DOOR. EXTERIOR TO HOUSE.
MAN STANDS WITH A BIG PILE OF LARGE BOXES OUTSIDE THE FRONT DOOR TO A HOUSE WITH A ‘SOLD’ NOTICE ON THE FRONT. MAN KNOCKS AND WAITS. HOUSEHOLDER OPENS THE DOOR AND LOOKS PLEASED.
MAN. (points to boxes) Hi, I’ve got the shop over the way and you were asking, the other day, whether we had any large boxes as you were moving. Er … are these any good?
HOUSEHOLDER. (delighted) Fantastic. You’re just in time. We’ve got to move out today.
A GROUP OF SMALL CHILDREN COME TO THE DOOR AND START PLAYING WITH THE BOXES. SOME BURLEY MEN PUSH PAST. MAN LOOKS A BIT SHOCKED.
MAN. (annoyed) Don’t mind me!
HOUSEHOLDER. (slightly embarrassed but makes light of it) Sorry about that.(whispers to man) it’s their job.
MAN. What’s that, then?
HOUSEHOLDER. Bailiffs.
HOLDS UP A CARDBOARD BOX.
HOUSEHOLDER. (cont) But, hey, at least the kids get a room each, now.