I've been invited to my cousins wedding up in Scotland
to be exact) and when I get there, I find my parents have had an argument so my mum has moved out and bought a shop. It's a traditional grey-stone shop - much like the Edinburgh Woolen Mill
style of shops - with a big front window.
My girlfriend has also come to Scotland for the wedding. When we arrived, we spent some time looking through all the kit-and-kaboodle in the window, and then went into the shop for some tea. As they usually do, my mum and my girlfriend sat down for a chat. As we were talking my girlfriend remembered that we'd brought a present for my mum - a potted flower that looked like a daffodil
, but smaller. For some reason, my mum smelt the flowers and then bit the heads off, chewed them up, and swallowed.