Father: *phone rings and father picks up, balancing conversations as seals do balls* Yes, no. Maybe. Was the office your room, Jack? That explains the black and white duvet. *into phone* I don't think so. Is it? Well did anyone pay-off the heating bill? Yes, Rye-flour. *up the stairs* Vibs! Don't sulk in your room when guests are here! *to phone* Certainly not. Mmhmm...Yup. And the bike shed ate the helicopter. Do we have insurance on whirly-birds? Tango-dee-ninner. Ok, thanks. Bye.