Domestics

Living at home is a nightmare. Why? Because my parents are just way way way too nice. My mother is an angel, my dad is incredible, and I am just an ungrateful little monkey. I feel sixteen again; all grunts and sighs and rolling eyes. Take for example a typical conversation with my mum:

       -What time did you get in?
       Half an hour ago.
       -Did you get my text last night?
       Yep.
       -You didn't reply.
       I forgot.
       -Where did you stay?
       At a friend's.
       -What are you doing?
       Watching TV.
       -What's on?
       Don't know.
       -Who's he?
       Not sure.
       -Are you going out later.
       Maybe.
       -When will you be back?
       Don't know.
       -Where are you going?
       Not sure.
       -Oh. Are you in for dinner tonight?
       I don't know.
       -What about tomorrow?
       Not sure yet.
       -aghghgh!!

So, guys, how can I ever thank you for keeping the roof above my head and the cupboard full of Frosted Wheats? I love you, really I do. I'm just terrible at showing it.