“But I really need the toilet mum!” whinged Kelly, particularly emphasising the word “need”. This didn’t matter to mum, she just let the comment pass her by.
“Cauliflower, Braburn apples, carrots…” the list went on beneath mum’s muttered breath. Kelly gave up, when it came to shopping, mum simply sauntered off, into her own little housewife-world. The only communications made between her and her daughter were, quick sharp orders, instructing what was wanted, and where she will be next-mothers can be very quick when they have an extra four wheels.
The wheel of the plastic bag holder squealed, the electronic floor cleaner whirred, and the checkouts beeped. Kelly groped behind her mother, her feet sticking out at all angles from the tightness of her hips, closing her bladder tight to stop the pangs and strains of needing the toilet.



