The first conversation goes like this:
Jan: (Shouting from the next room) What clothes do you want to take to Italy?
Me: Jeans, blue and red jumpers (the ones with the holes in) and a couple of t-shirts.
Jan: You can't wear that! You'll look scruffy.
Me: (Inwardly happy) OK darling, you chose.
Jan then picks what I will wear and packs the case.
The second, a phone conversation, a few weeks later, goes like this:
Me: Hi mum, how are you?
Mum: (Who never answers directly but always starts her own conversation) Thanks for the photos that you took in Italy. I presume that it was Jan that sent them?
Me: Yes, I'll tell Jan that you are pleased.
Mum: You are still wearing that hooped jumper. I've told you before that horizontal stripes make you look even fatter (thanks mum!).
Me: Mum, please give me a break, I've been dressing myself for an awful long time now and between you and Jan it seems that I can't get anything right. But don't worry, I'll tell my packer not to include it in future.
Mum: Thank you to Jan for sending the photos.
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