Hello there Mike!

I'm very, very lucky in that my husband is, after all these years, entranced by supermarkets and shopping generally. He adores browsing, poking about and popping new things in the trolley. I suppose it's due to his early life in Ivory Coast. No supermarkets in his district, and practically no food either! I'm happy for him to grab whatever he wants.
He does make me smile though. If he's choosing lamb he makes baaing noises, and moos if it's beef. Chicken gets a loud clucking noise. People do stare a bit, but it does make me giggle.

He's supposed to eat halal stuff, but we can't always find it.
The man is also a gem at loading everything into the car, and putting it all away when we get home.
Good eh?