My name is Afzal.
I'm twenty-eight years of age.
I live in East Oxford in a shared house with...
Um... A friend of mine.
Her name is Sue and she is a yoga teacher.
I live there along with someone else called Dave.
And my little boy who is five and a half years old.
His name is Zach.
He lives with me for half a week and then he goes off to his mother.
She also lives in Oxford.
And he goes to school not far from where she lives.
He goes to primary school.
He likes sweets and biscuits and cartoons and dressing up.
He likes playing with water pistols and having friends round to stay.
He likes birthday parties and ice cream.
Um... My hobbies... I like music, gardening, reading poetry.
A little painting that is oil and not watercolors.
I also like to sing in the bath.
But I don't do that very often, because there is generally someone in the house.
Um, like I said before, it's a shared house.
And, uh, we all have to mind what we do.
The other day I was in the garden and I heard, my little boy asking Dave, not to leave his cigarette butts out in the garden.
He said this was because, Mrs Martin his teacher said, cigarette butts were poisonous, and the birds would eat them.
So we shouldn't do this.
Dave, who used to be a Marine, thought this was very funny.
But said that he would not leave any more cigarette butts in the garden.