Typing...as in how I write. Oh dear lord, someone buy this guy a clue. And I love how you assume I'm some sort of kid or creep. I'm neither. I don't live with my mother and haven't for some years. But since we are going for childish banter... I don't live with my mum, I live with yours. I come out of her attic every time your dad goes to work. I give your mum the good seeing-to that she's missed out on her entire life.