We walked along the pet food aisle in Tesco and got to the end when we had this conversation.
Mum: They don’t have that stuff for my bird.
Me: What stuff?
Mum: Millet.
Me: They don’t sell millet here. Do you mean Trill?*
Mum: No. Millet. Millet.
Me: From here?
Mum: Yes. Millet. For my bird. For Boris**
Me: Mum, they have never sold millet in Tesco. Do you mean Trill?
Mum: Are you sure? I got it here before.
Me: Mum, do you mean Trill? Bird seed in a box?
Mum: Yes. That’s it.
Me: *rrrrip* (that’s me tearing my hair out)
*other bird seed brands are available.
** she calls him Boris cos he’s blue (Tory party colour) after Boris Johnston
@nettiewriting 
My mother spent several days with me during Thanksgiving holiday and I almost lost a few hairs myself.
Oh, mothers! They’re adorable 🙂
Hmm. Adorable isn’t the word I was using in Tesco… 😉
love it!! But I suppose easy to laugh from a distance xx
She sounds lovely, your mum 🙂
Yes, she is. In small doses or from a distance 😉
LOL, I do enjoy your mum and her shopping trips.
Can one buy millet at Millets?
Love it! Nuff said! XX
It’s really lovely to see how patient you are with your mum. There truly is a role reversal…you are the parent and she is the child.
Joanne, I’m really not that patient. She does my head in. But you are right – the roles have been reversed since my dad died in 1983.
I always love your trips to Tesco with your mother. You should go every day. And buy a wig.