We have our shopping delivered on Friday, between 10 a.m. and 11 a.m.
I've been doing my shopping online for many years now.
But I'm no longer to be trusted to do this as I was spending too much money so Steve has taken over.
I'm not bothered as I can walk to Aldi or Lidl if I want anything.
I also prefer fresh fruit and vegetables which is why I now get a box delivered every week.
The shopping is, in fact, more expensive as Steve prefers to buy 'named brands' but that is his choice.
He is currently not speaking to me and has gone into town in a strop, to the pub.
My sin was to snap at him, something I rarely do.
Before the shopping arrives Steve likes to pace, he checks the time continually and paces between our flat and the car park. He can spend easily half an hour doing this.
Once the shopping is here Steve starts to move it into the flat. If I help by moving some of the shopping, he complains because I'm getting in his way when he is sorting the shopping. Other times he complains because I'm not helping him.
Often I walk Beano when the shopping arrives just to get out the way.
Today I noticed that I still had part of last week's loaf left, so I put this week's in the freezer.
Ye gods, you'd have thought I was packing live babies into the freezer.
Steve went into a full blown panic, I lost my temper and told him to shut up and stop moaning.