The back of a yoghurt is an unlikely place to find cause for complaint but as I emptied the boys' lunch boxes I spotted a very bad joke on the packet:
What's a vampires favourite fruit?
Punchline aside there's a serious problem in this horror story... and so begins the case of the missing possessive apostrophe.
There's an art to complaining. Sadly I'm not very good at art. I've emailed my grammatical concerns to Yoplait with a helpful image to illustrate the issue and how seriously I'm taking this affront to the English language.
Neck-tarines.
Brilliant.
PS I know I urgently need to see a hairdresser and/or put some make up on but I have no time in the day now. The best I can do is whack on a pair of fangs.