Just a quiet family Sunday evening, as we sit together perusing our Bible texts...
2003-01-05 || 6:56 p.m.

I'm coughing my phlegm ridden lungs up. Rebecca is on the 'phone to Eleanor. 'You're not dying' she informs me, 'get me some fucking fanta'.

Nice.

Rebecca: Oh no, the candle's still in front of the fire.

Me: Ooh, it looks rather phallic.

Rebecca with a glint in her eye moves towards the candle.

Me: No!

Rebecca: Whaddaya mean - I can't make a wax penis?