is when your daughter runs in and out between jobs to drop the dogs off and you say have you eaten and she says no and you pull out the pot of Taramasalata you’d got for her and pack it up with the rest of your Bombay potato bread and she messages a bit later and says that’s the best tea I’ve ever had and you say Mum’s are best and she replies yes they are. It’s the best feeling in the world.