Emma: You’ve given Nick £50,000.
David: Lent. Not given.
Emma: His business is going bust.
David: It’s not going bust. It’s a cash flow issue.
Emma: “Cash flow issue”? Don’t you people ever learn anything?
David: What do you mean, “you people”?
Emma: Masters of the Universe. Financial Harry Potters. Bankers, David. Isn’t this the sort of crazy thing that happened in the banking crisis?
David: This is just because you’ve never liked him.
Emma: Grow up David.
David: It’s my money.
Emma: Your money?
David: Yes. I earned it.
Emma: So should I invoice you for everything I do so that you can earn your money?
David: Emma, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that… I had a big pay increase when I took over from Sandy. Nick, he’s my oldest friend. I’m just trying to help him.
Emma: So why didn’t you tell me?
David: Because… I knew you’d react like this.
Emma: It’s our children’s future.
David: It’s, look, it’s not…
Emma: What? Not a lot of money?
David: No, I didn’t mean…
Emma: Maybe not to you. Or to our children, it seems. But I read the bank’s slashed its arts funding.
David: So what do you want? That I give £50,000 to the Arts Committee?
Emma: Don’t insult me David.
David: And yes, we cut the arts grant. To save jobs.
Emma: The jobs of over-paid bankers who caused the crisis to start with. What about artists with no other income?
David: Perhaps they shouldn’t have taken our money in the first place then.
Emma: Who do you think you are, Lorenzo de Medici?
David: What? I thought we were talking about Nick.
Emma: Arguing, David. Not talking.
Cacophony erupts from the baby alarm. Emma glares at me, turns and leaves the kitchen.
City Dad continues next Tuesday.