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."