Break it to the Family Gently

The Characters:
Kevin: Uncle, likes reading about war veterans as 'the buggers didn't know what they were getting into'. Works for Western Power down in Bunbury and hates the new wind farms.
Maureen: Aunty, Kevin's second wife, stuck in the nineties, just got her hair done and terribly insecure about it. She's pretty and Kevin tells her all the time.
Granddad: Has taken full advantage of his age and has finally found an excuse for his smart tongue and cheeky wit in a new medication for his heart. My nanna believes his lies and tries to stop him taking it. I'm not sure if that's grounds for murder?

The Setting:
Around the breakfast table at my mum's parents place. I'm flicking through a newspaper. It's pretty average.

The Dialogue:
Maureen: You're not in school anymore are you? (stuck in the nineties)
Me: No, at uni... arts degree, which we all know means I don't do much. Thinking I might head to the US for year though..
All: Why?
Granddad: (eyes sparkling) That place is full of yanks
Me: Where else am I meant to go?
Kevin: That's right, the UK is full of Poms
Granddad: ..and Europe's full of foreigners
Kevin: (to me) Can I read that article about the diggers?

Obviously, if you're travelling the best place you could go is the Nullabor. Fantastic.

Aside from this weird stuff, I love my family. The rest of the morning was spent talking about train-jumping in the depression and how my great-uncle used to jump the trains to the Goldfields and the station master would be waiting with a pot of tea when he arrived. Classic Australiana.