So I’m in the car with my brother talking to him about my mother and father and I say to him that basically my mother’s a bit weird sometimes because you never know what’s going to make her irritable. It’s like sometimes she’s campaigning for an argument. And my brother kind of nods and laughs which with most other people would mean that they agreed, but with my little brother generally means that he’s not really listening properly. And then we get home and my mother cooks this amazing meal which she calls ‘Jamie Oliver Chicken’ and afterwards my father looks incredibly happy and satisfied and says, “We don’t often eat quite that well of an evening! Thank you darling!” And then for no reason at all my mother goes completely insane and we all stare at her dumbfounded.