Jim: «Blimey! I…I suppose…that was it.»
Hilda: «Wasn’t it light?»
Jim: «Yeah, terrific. You—you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!»
Hilda: «What does the fallout look like, dear?»
Jim: «I don’t know. The government directive neglects to mention how
the populace could recognise it. I expect it’s a bit like snow
does,only greyer. Very quiet, isn’t it? I expect they’re all
having a good lie-in after the bomb.»