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Percy and Reg in the Heatwave Percy: 'I say Reg', what do you think about the weather at the moment? I have to confess to feeling slightly warmer than usual this week'. (Note: Percy is of another generation, probably born into a time when rationing was still around). Reg: 'You're tellin' me Perce, me old mucka'. (Note: Reg likes to pretend he is from Chigwell instead of the upmarket Bath where he was actually born). Reg: 'I'm sweatin' like a bleedin' turkey in December 'ere'. Percy: 'Now look, young Reg. Sweating is not the most pleasant of words. Try using 'perspiring' instead'. Reg: 'Yeah, whatever Perce. Alright. I'm PERSPIRIN' like a bleedin' turkey at Christmas'. Percy raises eyes to ceiling. Percy: 'I do miss our walks with our lovely fur mum, Reg. She looks really fed up not being able to take us out'. Reg: 'Yeah, right. Jus' l