I called home last night to hear my Dad complain that the Bournville chocolate we bought him had too many raisins and nuts, and not enough chocolate. But not before he sweetly asked, "Shall I save you a piece, love?"

Ever since that stupid commercial has been airing on TV, Dad has been bugging me to get him that chocolate. I tried telling him that it's really not that good and I'd rather get him a Lindt instead, but he just had to taste the damn Bournville. Now he wants to know how the plain chocolate will taste without the nuts.

Now that Dad has the attention span of a kindergarten moppet, Mom is as giddy as a teenager. Today she calls to say, let's go to Hotel so-and-so for dinner and drinks. "I have these invites... Please... It will be fun."

So while the two of them are busy thinking of what to wear, the only thing on my mind is the bloody hassle of travelling all the way to Juhu and back!

When did I turn into the parent of a 5-year-old and a 13-year-old?