“Enough is enough, Mum. Beards, moustaches … I don’t need this at the moment. I feel like taking a break.” A break, dear?
“Yes. Stop hurting my head with these daft conversations. I’m just going to go off and pull some weeds or make some crumpets or something.” That sounds nice, dear. And I really do understand. But I don’t think you can just go and leave me here you know.
Oh, well, if you really must … then I wouldn’t say no to a couple of those crumpets.
syb & me 