lindsay - i was talking to your father and well, we think it's time that you moved out the sense of entitlement is one thing, darling but the truth is that life is too precious to be ruined i grant you that living in this house isn't easy at least, after your grandparents died thing were pretty tense for a couple of months and then the summer reminded us to laugh sit on their bellies and pull out their hair feed them their miners gruel next week - you'll be thanking your lucky stars instead of cursing at them we both want the best for your future, my darling but if time is not linear then the facts are contestable please know that we will always be there for you
although our number has changed and don't try to contact your sister in sheffield truth has denied you the right your dad loves his stereo don't you dad? yes you do look at you nodding there look at you nodding there pity me pity me no, i'm the other one why are you learning french are you emotional? dad is a busy man nobody works like him look at him sitting there sitting there breathing in pity me pity me i am a mother too pity me pity me i am so motherly i'm feeding i'm feeding i'm feeding the furnace i'm feeding i'm feeding i'm feeding the furnaces so pity me, pity me my back is k**ing me i didn't ask for a back - i'm serious