Sunday night. Ordered shopping online.

Monday. Delivered. Driver asks how old I am, I say 16, so he says “you have to be 18 to accept delivery” (I was the only person in). There’s no wine or anything in the order, so I thought, like, what the hell.

Monday night. Dad called them up to arrange redelivery.

Tuesday. Different driver arrives, parents are out again, gives me the shopping with no questions asked.

Like, make up your mind Tesco. And why do I have to be 18 to accept a few bags of food that has been paid for, and yet I can drive a possibly lethal car at the age of 17. Stupid, eh?