As I picked up a shopping trolley at Tesco the other day, I overheard the following exchange between a young woman and her partner, both of whom appeared to be in their late twenties She: “I’ll go and get the meat – you pick up some potatoes and parsnips.”

He: “Parsnips? What are they?”

She: “They’re like carrots – only bigger, fatter and white”.

It quite made my day.

Robert Readman, Norwich Avenue West, Bournemouth