You just know Nicola lies awake at night trying to figure out why her kids are such sarcastic little sods. Where, she wonders, could they possibly have learned such behaviour?
But, really, though — and this is something we know , but Nicola couldn’t — is that Malcolm does actually have a lot of nerve talking about the size of anyone else’s chair considering the over-scaled monstrosity lurking in his office back in the good old days looking like something left over from the Death Star and where he could slump down and be perfectly relaxed and comfortable and happy:
But maybe that’s it? Did someone tell him off about his chair — or even worse throw it away when his office moved — forcing him to switch to one where he had to sit up straight all the time — which certainly didn’t do his stress levels any good —
and he’s been holding on to this particular slow-burning resentment for years until poor Nicola — who just wants some damn lumbar support, why is that wrong? — finally gave him his chance to pass on the misery.