So here's why I don't send my husband shopping.

He's come home this morning from shopping for the family with a chicken (for a sit down meal we have no space for at the moment), potatoes we didn't need, more mushrooms than even I can use in a week, two creamy cheesecakes - knowing full well I'm not supposed to eat cheesecake - and no fruit. Humph. I feel it's going to be a bad week again...

LTS