I may have trouble writing, but I have no trouble talking!

My teacher, Cat, suggested I record my life on tape so here goes I live with my dad, who looks like Elvis, and my mum, whose idea of a special meal is burnt toast.

Sometimes I feel like I'm the grown-up and they're the kids.

But now everything's crashing about my ears, and Dad's too, as he's just put his foot through the floorboards.

I'm trying really hard not to become a total fruit and nutcase...