Cuthbert, now twenty-one, had grown out of his gawky youth and now was slightly bordering on the podgy side.  This was partly due to the amount of time he spent on the couch.

“Hi Cuthbert, you’re home early?”

“Hi mum, what’s for tea” he replied avoiding answering the question.

His mother looked at him shrewdly,  “Did Mr Evans give you the afternoon off then?”

He was rumbled and he knew it.  “Yes, this afternoon and every other afternoon,”

“Oh Cuthbert, you’ve been sacked again, what’s that, about the tenth job in a row?”

“Aw mum, let’s not talk about it now, Star Wars is on in a minute.” 

“You’re just like your father!”