My granny would have been horrified but I was actually rather proud - my friend's husband had looked at me and his wife and expressed his scarcely disguised horror at the thought of us doing the weekly food shop.....
He reluctantly agreed and then proceeded to write us a very detailed list, one of those idiot proof ones, I'm surprised he didn't go the whole hog and draw us pictures, he was clearly so concerned about what we'd come home with.
It struck me then just how far we women have come since our grandmothers' day when a man can look at two women in their 40s and worry about what his family will eat if he lets them loose with a trolley in Waitrose.
Actually I felt a bit guilty, we women have rather hoodwinked men. Both my friend and I are perfectly capable of buying food but the plain truth is neither of us is particularly keen and within minutes of being in a supermarket we'll have veered off to the magazines or smellies because they're far more interesting than groceries. Naturally, that's exactly what happened, well, who can blame us when there's Neal's Yard blue bottles calling....
When I took a career break last year I decided I would become a supermarket shopper extraordinaire. I gave it a good bash but, boy, buying food is so blooming boring and the trolley got so heavy. So halfway round I came up with a cunning ruse and just said they'd sold out of the rest of the stuff on the list.
So, huge respect to all those women who week in, week out tackle the supermarket especially if you get all the way round. My kids have got used to being fed from the first three aisles!
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