Mr F heaves himself onto the couch and queries aloud:
"What new show are we going to watch?"
"I've been thinking of watching...
Murder She Wrote" I reply deadpan.
"What is that bullshit?? Jesus Christ. No, I don't want to watch that." Mr F spews.
"Give me something else. Give me something else." He continues, muttering to himself,
clearly shaken by old Jessica Fletcher memories.