Mothers and their teenage or tween daughters (hard to tell the difference these days) will fight.
In an effort to find some common ground with my 12 yr old, who in the space of a few months has morphed from little girl to bundle of hormones, I set out to find an activity we can happily do together.
I love the Palace Cinemas. In part because I do not have to drive spend ages driving around a shopping centre car park before I can watch a movie. Then there are the small queues, cheaper tickets (when a Palace Member), and more intimate cinemas.
And let's not forgot the adult bonus of being able to take a glass of my preferred alcoholic bevy into the cinema. With wine, I even get a choice of three sizes 'movie', 'feature' or 'epic'.
One of the side benefits of going to the movies with the tween is I can indulge in the romantic genre, which normally I would have to wait to do alone at home on DVD.
During the film, we bond over love scenes (nothing sexual of course - I won't be taking her to see the film version of '50 Shades of Grey') and mutual swooning over male leads.
Yesterday we saw "Snow White and the Huntsman", or 'Hemsman' as I keep saying in a no doubt Freudian slip, as the star Chris Hemsworth sneaks into my subconscious.
Last time it was "The Lucky One" and although I feel a little uncomfortable with the notion, it was Zac Efron as the male lead whom we jointly admired.
After two hours of film, we like to head across the road to the Church St icon, The Pantry, for refreshments.
Once there we order the largest skinny cappuccino for me (full glass size version) and a hot chocolate for the tween. We discuss the merits of the film (the tween was a little scared in parts, and we discuss whether Hemsworth was in fact the 'hotter' of the two male leads), and if I am patient enough, the tween may also divulge some insights into her life.
If she can tear herself away from her phone that is.
As we wonder back to the car, I remark how lovely our time has been, but how I fear she may not wish to share this experience with me for much longer.
"Probably not", she agrees. "But I'll probably come back again in a few years".
Which is really all I can hope for - that when she comes out the other side of the teenage years, my bonding efforts have been worth it.