It’s Saturday morning, we’ve finished breakfast and everyone’s chilled out because the weekend’s just started. No school or work for a couple of days and you can do whatever you want. What’s not to like? And then my wife utters the dread words – “Shall we get ready to go shopping now?” The kid’s faces freeze in horror, and something icy cold grips my insides. The weekly shop. On a Saturday morning. Is there any prospect more depressing?
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