As I stood in the kitchen drying the dishes from the massive Easter roast lunch, I saw mother fiddling with the cd player.
"Why won't it work, Jonathan?" she asked, pressing all the buttons she could see. "Is the cd player turned on?" I enquired, as I grabbed another saucepan from the draining board. "Yes, I'm not stupid thank you" she retorted, disgusted that I should think so little of her. "Is the cd the right way round?" I replied. "Oh".