Where’s the Nazi box. Well, either
mother has put it away somewhere, i.e. hidden it, or dad buried it
with the hand grenades. So if we go looking for the Nazi war
memorabilia, we may get blown up by your grandfather’s allied hand
grenades. Yes or crushed to death by mother’s antique collection.
Which antique collection? That one (points up). The ceiling? It’s
right above our heads, in the loft. It’s a wonder the ceiling
hasn’t fallen in. Is your gold elephant up there? Yes. You’d
think that alone would crack the boards...