Lucy: Hi Patty. Is dad with you?
Patty: No. He never is on Thursdays.
Lucy: Can't reach him on the phone.
Patty: Tried landline?
Lucy: No. I thought he'd had it disconnected long ago.
Patty: Of course not. The same number for the last hundred years.
Lucy: OK. But his mobile isn't answering!
Patty: Good Lord!!! Lucy!! SO WHAT?
Lucy: Just worried! He felt off color last night.
Patty: Most likely drunk too much. As usual.
Lucy: Don't  be so flippant about him pls. He is my dad and I am worried.
Patty: So why don't you just move your ass and drive over to him?
Lucy: Because I bloody hell can't.
Patty: And you want me to drop everything and go to Brighton?!
Lucy: Didn't say that.
Patty: But meant it.
Lucy: No, I did not. I think I can cope without you.
Patty: Very well indeed.
Lucy: Just give me his landline number.
Patty: 761 761535
Lucy: Ta.
Patty: As far as I know he's having his palls in every Thursday morning. They are rehearsing or something.
Lucy: WHY didn't you me that at once?
Patty: You didn't ask.
Lucy: You are really a pain the ass Patricia.
Patty: Thank you. And tell your precious dad about it.
Lucy: Be sure I will.
Lucy is looking for her dad, she is worried. Patty suggests he probably has been drinking last night, and had his friends over. 