13th November 2010 - 3

17:17 "Shut up, dad." "Why, Lexie?" "It's my birthday, dad. I can do what I want."

17:18 Darkness envelops the garden. Black fingers of death grip the shed. Time for an Abt.

17:19 "Who do you want to win the death fight, Lexie. The short-faced bear or the mega-lion?' "It's my birthday, dad. Don't talk crap."

"Can I have some more of your salt and vinegar crisps, dad?"

"No."