One-Way Road “Maybe you’ll wash his underwear next? Socks, eh? He’s a grown man, for God’s sake!
She Returned — Son… — I’m not your son. Don’t call me that. My name is Andrew. — Andrew… Andy… Son!
She Came Back —Son… —Sorry, but I’m not your son. Don’t call me that. My name is Andrew. —Andrew…
**Diary Entry** I never thought it would come to this. Max, my little boy, sat curled up on his bed
**One-Way Road** “Maybe you should wash his pants too, eh? Socks, perhaps? He’s a grown man, for
“Look at what you’ve turned into!” Oliver sneered, staring at his wife as if she were
**Diary Entry** I’m a husband, not a piece of furniture. *”You bought the wrong bread again.
“Man Up, Will You?” “Bloody neighbours at it again—three in the morning! Can’t you
“Man Up, Won’t You?” “It’s those neighbours again, partying at three in the morning!
The Neighbours from Hell “Blimey, those upstairs neighbours are at it again—three in the morning!