the son awakes later on in the day, later and later every day. It is past midday, he is sitting on the chair in his hopelessly untidy room looking at the monitor of his computer. This is his only contact with friends these days, with everyone having to keep social contacts to a minimum. He does not really sit upon his favourite chair, he has his feet up on it and squats. With his bowed back in this position he looks like some wingless bird of prey.
Remind him that he should be thinking of tidying up his room. He does not approve of the reminder, starts to raise his voice in true teenager fashion. Inform him that while he was sleeping his old wardrobe had been repaired. He says
"Oh"
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