It's about 2 a.m., and you've just arrived home, drunk and holding your shoes with your hand so as not to make any noise and wake up your father, Alec Hardy.

You enter the house softly, and try to go slowly, but as you reach the stairs, the light in the living room comes on and you have to cover your eyes with your free hand.

"Do you think it's nice to be here at this hour?" Your father's voice sounded behind you.