Women have a secret language. They can communicate with one another in ways unfathomable to us. I once heard a daughter, who was just off to the supermarket, ask her mother whether there was anything she needed: 'Yes, dear,' said her mother, 'a thing of stuff.' This was received without comment, and in due course the daughter returned with a half-litre pack of lemon-scented scouring cream for cleaning baths and sinks. This was exactly what was required.
Over the years, I have seen many examples of this kind of thing, and have absolutely no idea how it is done.
Regards
John