I could almost hear The Mothership's disapproving tones as I crammed the open packet of spaghetti into the little cupboard above the kettle, instead of putting it in a Proper Container and walking the five metres to the pantry where it really belonged. That's just sheer bloody laziness, young lady!
I believe in her ability to Teach Me A Lesson even from the opposite end of the globe. Ten minutes later, while attempting to spread peanut butter on crispbread, the packet leaped off the shelf and a thousand wholemeal arrows hailed down on me. What didn't pierce my eyeballs ended up in the peanut butter jar.