So, Lisa gets back from the supermarket and texts to let me know she’s OK.
She’s got some ‘treats’ for Izobel (she’s 2) and some ‘treats’ for me too.
Treats.
I pause before texting back to ask what my treats are.
I like Brewdog.
And really adventurous pizzas.
And really great coffee. Maybe Lisa has found some really ‘treaty’ coffee that I can grind and release the flavours from, as I do with my Extract Coffee subscription each month.
Or wine. A £10 bottle of red wine is a treat for us. Especially if it was reduced from £15. We look out for those.
Anyhow, I texted back eventually to ask what my treats were.
I didn’t get a text.
I got a picture. It’s attached to this story at 50odd.co.uk.
Is this really what ‘treats’ look like in your 50’s?
I said thank you.
Then quietly got on with my day.
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The Jalapeño Humous would work for me, and I’m a spring Chicken at 42!