Trolly for mum

This blip is dedicated to the mothership. Every time we go shopping she moans at me because I will not, under any normal circumstance, get a trolly. I will use a basket and that is it, no matter what I need. But we play out the same "get a trolly" "no, I don't need one, I'll have a basket" "no, lets take a trolly" "no no, a baskets fine" conversation. Today I went to the shop and took a trolly- for possibly the first time EVER and she wasn't even with me! (I over did it in the gym and I'm probably too sore for a basket when I wanted to buy a watermelon etc).

So mum, here you are, proof I used a trolly!