 So, our new house is ready and we'll be moving in a week. Where do we start? Do we make a daddy pile, a mummy pile and a baby pile? Jordan's at work so as usual it's down to me to do all the grafting on my own. It would be nice to have Daddy get to help. Let's hide, hide from Daddy. Hide, hide, hide. Hello? Hiya. What's for dinner? Who am I? We're not a restaurant. You need to help me anyway, finish this off and go. I'm not very well. Well, no, you can help. You've done nothing all week. Well, I see you as I'm not. Well, no, because you're just selfish, George. Don't do anything when you're well or not. Your dad really knows how to put me in a rubbish mood, Marley. She's like this every time I'm in. She'll just pretend I'm not. She looks like I'm making it all up. She just has no sympathy whatsoever. So you're just going to be miserable all night? She said I'm not helping you out. We've got to help because you are a parent and it's all your stuff and I made you dinner the other night and I sort your clothes out every day. Oh, and you're amazing. Give me some help. You're perfect. But you do nothing. Just leave it at that. I'm not very well. It's like having two kids. I'm not helping you. Jordan has man flu. Like, am I just going to have a man child for the rest of my life? Are you an idiot? I asked you not to move it off the bed, Jordan. Move what off the bed? All the stalls. I wasn't going to get in the bed. He's still in his pile. Oh, you know what? You know what? You are literally... I'm not even shouting in front of him. You are a brain dead. You are a brain dead. It can never be bothered to do anything and I'm just about to move into a house with him.