The hills are alive with the sound of grown up children scolding their parents.

My friend calls, irate. "Paro! Send me that article! Just now. So I can send it to my mum. You will not believe how she is behaving. She has gone next door to meet the neighbours who have just come back from out of town because, she says, I hardly ever get to see them! I've told her come back this minute! I'm going to put the fear of god into her."