DAD - There's nothing like a together and organised and reliable father - and Dad is nothing like a together and organised and reliable father. He thinks he runs the family, but we all know its Mum. If it wasn't for her - who would iron his walk socks, fill his lunch box, and massage his miniature ego.

You can always tell when Dad's wound up and ready to blow - he goes bright red, he starts to spit and his voice goes up 10 octaves. But he's not the sort of guy to have a mid-life crisis - he's more the mid-week crisis kind of guy. It's hard to believe this, but he sells houses for a living.... the fact is he wouldn't know the back door from the front door. But hey, it gets him out of the house and out of Mums hair....

MUM - Mum's had lots of jobs and they've all been about looking good, smelling good, and felling good You know...looking after your 'true self'. Because as she likes to say "If you can't look after yourself - who can you look after?" She's cut hair, she's cut nails, she's been a counsellor, a naturopath, a homeopath a dietician a massage therapist a hypno-therapist and a model - well she once appeared in a Postie Plus catologue - well her feet did - well we think they were her feet!

She means really well, she's just a little slow off the mark sometimes. It's hard to be mad at Mum - she puts up with so much - what with dad and Thomas!

 I’ve survived the prank phone calls, the farting armpits, the sleep talking, the sleep walking, the nose picking, the bogey licking and the bogey flicking and of course… Thomas’s old favourite…’I can burp the alphabet!’

But I’ve been pushed to my limit with his latest passion. He’s learnt to whistle. I’m not talking quiet, tuneful whistling. No! No! No! I’m talking fingers in the mouth, round up the sheep whistling! For the first week it was more spit than whistle. But since then, sadly, he seems to have mastered it. I think I might call the noise police — there must be someone official who can come over and shut him down — it can’t be good for the environment!

Yeah…that’s my brother Thomas for you. The only person I know who smiles at lightning — because he thinks he’s getting his picture taken!

NANA - How do you spell Nana? G R O O V Y ! She really is 1 of a kind - they just don't build them like her anymore!

She plays 'Playstation' she loves McDonalds and she thinks school is a waste of time! If it wasn't for the fact that she keeps leaving her marmite stained false teeth all over the house and keeps on sucking the chocolate off the chocolate peanuts...she'd be perfect!

She loves the Spice girls ( being a bit of a Spicey girl herself!) and for her birthday wants to have a bungey jump - I just hope she holds on to her teeth!