The doorbell rang. It was our next door neighbour's son.
'Have you got any Baileys?' he asked shyly. What the fuck, I thought. This kid is only six years old!
'No, sorry, we don't have any,' And even if we did, I wouldn't be giving it to you.
He looked confused. 'But your Partner said you've got some,' he said. Hang on, there's something else going on here.
'Is it for your mum?' I thought maybe Partner had offered her some kind of alcohol and she got confused about what we had. But he shook his head.
'No, it's for me.'
'Well, we really don't have any. Sorry.' The poor kid walked away looking totally bewildered.
When Partner got home, I told him what had happened. He nearly pissed himself laughing.
'You duffer! He's looking for bay leaves for a school project!'
I ripped a small branch off the bay tree and scuttled around to the neighbours to make my red-faced explanation, his laughter still ringing in my ears.