I am sitting on the sofa reading a book, vaguely aware of some scuffling noises behind me, when suddenly there is a violent grunt, and a bang.

“Bloody hell,” says DorkyDad.

“Is everything okay?” I ask.

“There’s something wrong with the printer.”

I turn round and peer over the top of the sofa.

“You haven’t switched it on,” I say.
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