A typical scene in our lounge

The news is on.
'Well done, Tone. I'd like to see you strung up by a rope, hanging from my ceiling, you miserbale, tax swiping old...'
"Dear, don't be ugly. it's not very Christian-like."
'Well, neitehr is he, is he?"
My mother sighs and continues to squint into her laptop screen. A few moments later she reads aloud an amusing story. Which is nice, but it's in Afrikaans, a langauge which I have almost forgotten. I nod and smile. 'Yes, very funny."
"Tell Wardar to bring his troops forward so they inteconnect with Nurofens. I hate cherbils. They always bring my health down.'
'J?"
"Yes, sister?"
"Shut up. You're so loud and I cant hear the TV.'
He grumbles and continues to mutter into his headset about a world that doesnt actually exist.
"Is it okay if I take the car tonight?'
"Sure." My mum says,
"Where a you going? No one told me you were going out. Where are you going?" My dad does this a lot.
"Out. With friends."
"Who?"
"Um, Phil?"
"Phil who?"
"Phil phil, you know.'
My dad turns to my mom. "Who?"
"You know Phil dear, the one you didn't like."
"No. What's this rubbish on TV? Lost? Change the channel."
We ignore him and continue to watch.
"I hate these kinds of programs. So unrealistic."
He continues to mutter,
"So, why are they on the island. Who is he?"
"He's the doctor, dad."
"Why does he have a tatoo like that? Why do they have to type in that code?"
"To stop the end of the world, Dad."
"Who is she? Does she like the blonde guy - what's his name?"
"Sawyer, Dad. I thought you didn't like this programme?"
"I don't. So why is that guy still so fat? i thought they had no food?"
And the scene continues...