Translate into Romanian:

… My mother shouted up the stairs: “Billy? Billy?” Are you getting up? The third call
in a fairly-well-established series of street-cries that graduated from: “Are you awake,
Billy?” to “It’s a quarter past nine and you can stay in bed all day for all I care”, meaning
twenty to nine and time to get up. I waited until she called “If I come up there you’ll
know about it” (a variant of number five, usually “If I come up there I shall tip you out”)
and then I got up.
I put on the old raincoat I used for a dressing-gown, and went downstairs. I was
greeted by the usual breathing noises.
“You decided to get up, then”, my mother said, slipping easily into the second series of
conversations of the day. My stock replies were “Yes”, “No”, “I am still in bed”, and a
snarled “What does it look like?” according to my mood. Today I chose “Yes” and sat
down to my boiled egg, stone cold as threatened. This made it a quarter to nine.
The old man looked up from some invoices and said: “And you can start getting
bloody well-dressed before you come down in the morning!” So far the dialogue was
taking a fairly conventional route and I was tempted to throw in one of the old stand-bys,
“Why do you always begin your sentences with an “And”? Gran, another dress fanatic
who always seemed to be fully and even elaborately attired even at two in the morning
when she slunk downstairs after the soda-water, chipped in: “He wants to burn that
raincoat, then he’ll have to get dressed of a morning”. One of Gran’s peculiarities, and
she had many, was that she would never address anyone directly but always went through
an intermediary, if necessary some static object such as a cupboard. Doing the usual
decoding I gathered that she was addressing my mother and that he who should burn the
raincoat was the old man, and he who would have to get dressed of a morning was me. “I
gather”, I began, “that he who should burn the raincoat – ” but the old man interrupted:
“And what bloody time did you get in last night? If you can call it last night. This
bloody morning, more like.”

(Morning in the Family – from “Billy the Liar”, by K. Waterhouse)