1. My mother scrubs the mould off our kitchen window frame.
2. Stuffing sacks of old clothes into the recycling bin. The hopper closes with a polite clang.
3. A pair of palm-sized portobello mushrooms in our vegetable box. Their dense flesh looks like real food. I imagine how a hunter-gather would have felt to find them on her patch. Perhaps she would have smiled and thought: "That's supper sorted."