Having snuck back downstairs about half an hour after his bedtime myself and Arthur had the following conversation:
Arthur: Mam, when have I to stop breathing?
Me: What? Never!! Always keep breathing. Jesus!
Arthur: Okaaay, but you said I could only breathe for half an hour.
Me. I never! Fuck. Jesus Arthur, always brea . . ..
Did you hear that? That was the sound of the penny dropping. 'Reading'!! He was talking about reading. I really do have to get my hearing sorted.
