When I spoke to my mum today, she was telling how one of her groups is going to do a raffle and they were saying things that they could bring. Mum said she’d bring a box of biscuits and C made a note of it. Then J says, I’ll bring biscuits and C says (my) Mum already said that. J answers with, I’m going to bring luxury biscuits though. Mum said to me, what did she think I was going to bring? A packet of Morrisons custard creams? Her indignation really tickled me.

*Custard creams are my favourite so I wouldn’t mind winning them on a raffle, not at a pound a go though.*