I normally sit on the seat in the supermarket while my husband pays at the till (my legs get tired) and I often chat to people who are sitting there too, explaining my husband is doing the paying and packing. When he arrives with the bags in the trolley it's a scream to see their expression. They're obviously astonished, but try very hard to look nonchalant. He usually gives me a peck on the cheek and off we go, leaving them to ponder about that attractive young African youth with the wrinkly old gal. He's so much older than he looks; I wish he'd develop a pot belly or some wrinkles, but no. His old mum is absolutely ancient, and she too has not a single wrinkle. So unfair.