‘Mum, I’m thirty-four. I can get milk.’
Two hours later…
‘You took your time, Sally.’
‘Saw Trisha at the deli. Got chatting. Here’s the shopping. If I was a kid, you’d say I was a good girl, make my favourite chocolate drink, and give me biscuits.’
‘I’d wonder what the hell you were doing with my card. You can’t use one before 18! What do we have here? Cereals, loo roll, tea, coffee - all items required bar one. Care to guess which you forgot?’
‘The bloody milk, Mum. Back in ten.’