My brother is home from London this weekend, and I realised my family is like a sitcom, with all the typical characters. There's my mum, who takes the opportunity of having a son home by cooking anything she can find. She also keeps making little jokes but Joz just takes the piss out of her and winds her up. Then there's Barney, (who isn't here but roll with it), a typical Oxford snob, who: wakes up at 8 every morning, drinks coffee, plays piano and talks about realism and modernism and surrealism and anything other isms you can think of to do with clever things. He's posh.

Then there's the comic one, Joz, who plays crippling bad 'prog rock' and makes everyone laugh all the time. He also dresses quite badly, today he's wearing a bright red shirt. The younger daughter who sits quietly in the corner, (believe it or not, I can't get a word in edgeways when my brother(s) are home), daydreaming about irrelevant stuff and being reminded to tidy my room, or look something up. Finally, there's dad. You wouldn't know he was around, except that you can tell he is because everything is still working. He's off somewhere walking the dog, or in the corner washing up, or walking around carrying light bulbs that he needs to fit. It's like he goes into hibernation when the boys are here.

Earlier we had a gigantic row over Doctor Who. Mum and I think it's awful, Joz does not. Although, he came up with a brilliant idea of a series for Doctor Who, where essentially nothing happens. There's one episode where he eats some cake, and he loves it so much he goes back in time and has to kill himself to eat it and then he creates this paradox because he's dead but he's not. In another one, he goes shopping with a cyberman. They're all hilarious.