Koko and Kylie have Jimmy demented. They’re up all night watching Netflix , then in bed ’til lunchtime, and in between they’ve another form of entertainment.

• What is that bloody noise upstairs, Bernie?
• The girls are probably making a Tic Toc.
• A what?
• Tic Toc. It’s an app on their phone. They make videos of themselves dancing or singing and they upload them.
• It sounds like the ceiling is going to fall in on top of us.
• You were moaning last week that all they were doing was eating, sleeping, texting and ‘watching that bloody Netflix‘.
• At least they were quiet.
• It’s keeping them out of the fridge.
• For an hour anyway. I never saw young ones eat so much in me life, they have a path worn to the kitchen.
• I can’t keep up with them, you know they were cooking chicken wings at three o’clock this morning?
• Ah now, there’s no need for that carry on. That’s ridiculous. You’ll have to tell them, Bernie.
• I have told them. I’m sick telling them. What do you want me to do? Put a lock on the fridge?
• They’ll have us eaten out of house and home. Do they realize I’m the only one bringing in a wage?
• Well, you do keep telling them.
• Can you imagine if the boys were here?
• Or Whitney and the baby?
• I’d have to put a lock on the entire kitchen.
• And reinforce the bedroom floors.
• Well, judging by the sounds of that pair upstairs, I might have to do that anyway. They’re like a herd of elephants.

At least they’re having fun, and that’s good during these crazy times.