This is only one of my little personal litanies; but since I do all the shopping for both myself and mum, last week I brought a sliced Malt Loaf, and mum had been eating it while I was too busy working to think of eating anything. She told me a few days ago, that she'd had some and hoped I didn't mind. I said nothing; and kept my own cousel on the matter, as I usually do. Then yesterday I found the packet empty, and threw it in the rubbish bag - since she had been remiss to do so, while not having been remiss enough to finish the contents; and this morning I said to her "You said you hoped I didn't mind that you'd had some of the Malt Loaf; and it's finished, so really, it doesn't matter if I minded or not, because it's already done, so there's nothing left that can be said." I glanced for long enough to see her head slump towards her chest. And as I shut the living room door hard but not actually a full blown slam, I thought to myself - regarding her - 'yes, we're learning lessons now, aren't we!'