CHANGING with the Times

My daughter didn’t say a single word to me as we drove towards the shops.

She just sat there with a sullen look on her face, then muttered something very rude when I parked up and told her that I wanted to go and look at some cushions.

‘What?’ I said, staring at her in astonishment.

‘Well! Cushions,’ she growled. ‘You’ve never liked cushions, Mum. When we go to Gran’s, you always move her cushions before you sit down