My mum leaving me a note on the kitchen table saying

“Thanks for the stay - lovely to see you and P. I left you a few things to post up to Scotland so I don’t have to lug them around Switzerland. You should try therapy, I think you’d enjoy it as much as I did - Love Jan xxx”

It took two days of being slightly offended at her casual advice and interfering attitude to my current (not that concerning, quite normal actually) life stresses, for me to realise that she was actually referring to the book, which she’d left on top of the pile.