I was sitting in a rather trendy cafe (called The Blue Duck) with my mother and my brother, Nick. Nick was talking about how he has a deadline to get the first draft of the play he's writing done by Monday, and how the study he works in gets really hot. My mother wondered if he could move Aaron in there.
I was told recently that when my brother and his girlfriend moved into their flat, they named all their furniture, and were quite proud of Sid the Sofa, and Barry the Bookshelf, so I correctly guessed that Aaron was "Aaron the Air-conditioner". My mother then suggested that she could lend him Jane, from her office.
"Jane?" I asked, foolishly.
"Jane Air"
The chance of me being the only sane member of my family is rather slim, so I guess I just have to accept it. :)
