A pigheaded old fool

Atown Liker went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the head, and questioned beggers, and looked down into the kitchens of houses, and up to the windows, and found that everything could yield him pleasure. At least two people in those windows called him a pervert. He had never dreamed that any walk -- that anything -- could give him so much happiness. In the afternoon he turned his steps towards his nephew's house, which was quite hard to find because his nephew wasn't supposed to be in this version. He passed the door a dozen times, before he had the courage to go up and knock. But he made a dash, and did it:



Fred?



Why bless my soul! Who's that?



It's I. Your uncle Liker. I have come to Christmas dinner. Will you let me in, Fred?


Well, I thought I wasn't supposed to be in this version.


I changed my mind.

Oh, just like that?


Well, I thought this thing could use another post.

Who is it, Fred?

It's Atown Liker. He's come for dinner.


Well, let him in.

But I already set the table!

My dear niece, can you forgive a pigheaded old fool for having no eyes to see with and no ears to hear with after all of these years?


Yes, but it sounded so much better when Alastair Sim said it.

Fred, your wife's a looker. You've been holding out on me, my man! What's for dinner?

Brontosaurus burgers. Yabba Dabba Doo!