Why I fear for my cannabis-smoking mum friends: They order it on Snapchat, get it delivered by Uber then share joints around their designer kitchen islands – long after their children have given up
Which is when my hostess disappears into another room and comes back with a pack of long cigarette papers, a tiny box of filters and a bag of dried marijuana flowers that look like moss.
Its a Friday night and Im at a friends house having a mums dinner. The food is lovely and the six of us are enjoying spending time together, talking about the kids, careers, long-term plans. The usua…