I’m taking you back in time to the 1970s, when I was a little girl of six years old. My mum had needed some groceries and other stuff so we went down to the local shopping centre – really just an assortment of local shops, not the mall full of big chains you’d think of now.
Remember, I was young, so my memory of what I did to actually anger my mother is a bit fuzzy. I think I was basically just generally ‘acting up’, as we’d call it these days. Anyway, Mum eventually lost her rag with me entirely and I was informed that once she’d paid for whatever was she was buying at that particular shop, I was going to be ‘taken for a smack-bottom’.