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hadn’t done it on purpose so she’d come over and see him. Ellie told him about the party fiasco, and her general sense of being miserable.
    ‘Well, you’d better do something about it then. Haven’t you been saying since the day after you got your job that you really want to switch jobs? Why don’t you do that?’
    ‘Not this month. Not until they forget about the customer services rep and the bottle of quink.’
    ‘Explain exactly what it is you do again, Hedgepig?’
    ‘Business Development Manager. Oh, never mind. God, they should have a Bring your Parents to Work Day.’
    ‘My theory is, right, if you can’t sum it up in a sentence, it’s not a proper job. Like, “I nick thieves”.’
    ‘Dad, that’s a movie pitch, not a career.’
    ‘“I fix hearts” – cardiologist, see?’
    ‘Yeah, yeah, I’ve cottoned on. Nobody has simple jobs any more.’
    ‘That’s true,’ mused her dad. ‘Nobody does. What is it Julia does again?’
    ‘She’s a systems analyst consultant.’
    ‘That’s exactly what I mean. That doesn’t even make sense.’
    ‘There’s too many people in the world. They have to make up stuff for us to do.’
    ‘Ah. That would explain computers.’
    Ellie thought for a second.
    ‘God, you know, I think it does.’
    ‘Okay then, if you’re looking for something new to do, why don’t you paint the front room?’
    ‘Da ad! And eat this tomato. It’s better than nothing.’
    ‘Shan’t. Why don’t you …’
    ‘… get myself a nice young man? Because there are none, Dad.’
    ‘In the whole of London, there isn’t one single nice man?’
    ‘Nope.’ And I have personally checked most of them, she silently added to herself.
    ‘I know lots of nice coppers I could introduce you to.’
    ‘Yes, but on the whole my motto is the less Freudian the better.’
    ‘Nothing wrong with a nice copper.’
    ‘Nothing wrong with a nice bit of tomato either. Eat!’
    He took it reluctantly. This was a constant battle between them. Deep down, he liked his daughter’s chiding at him. It showed she cared. In the same way, Ellie liked his bothering her constantly about all the bad aspects of her life. As an only child and an only parent, they’d done the best they could. Which wasn’t, Ellie reflected, looking at the congealed-egg washing up, that great when you started to think about it. She squirted the remnants of a dusty bottle of Original Fairy into the sink.
    ‘Dad,’ said Ellie, plunging her hands into the lukewarm water. ‘Am I a Thatcherbaby?’
    He shrugged. ‘Well, I suppose so. Do you remember Callaghan?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘That’s why people your age are always blaming me for voting in Thatcher.’
    ‘Why did you vote in Thatcher?’
    ‘Well, because it seemed right, you know? At thetime. It seemed the right thing to do: work hard, don’t give all your money to the government, get a nice house, get a nice car.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘And then you get comfortable and then you get bored and then your wife runs off to Plockton with an accountant called Archie.’
    Her dad shifted in his seat and looked uncomfortable.
    ‘Oh,’ said Ellie. They rarely discussed her mother and she hated upsetting him. ‘Um. Dad. You really should put these pans into soak.’
    ‘… and there are too many cars on the road so you can’t get anywhere and everything they’re making is absolute crap so you’ll buy another one in a month’s time and the hole in the ozone layer is about to start poisoning South America but, you know, we’re used to it now so we just can’t stop.’
    ‘Oh,’ said Ellie again. ‘Ehm. Bummer.’
    He nodded and looked at her. ‘Still,’ he said, ‘Thatcherbaby or not, I still think you’re beautiful.’
    ‘How come I can wash all this rotten egg and it didn’t make me want to puke, but now you do?’
    They smiled at each other.
    Ellie left him to Match of the Day and wandered up to her old room, which was exactly as she’d left it elevenyears ago for