Mum started unpacking. One look at my t-shirts- decision- they need to go. She throws them on the floor one by one and I rescue them yelling about 'u gotta buy me new ones before u can throw away the old'. Fine, she said, let's go now. Now? How about tomorrow? OK. Tomorrow.
As she digs into the suitcase and discards half my wardrobe she reaches the underwear. (Ancient and comfortable.) Got to go. Blank expression I deliver my line again- ' these u really got to buy me new ones before u can throw away the old. "
She doesn't dignify me with an answer.