Anyway, this week it was Nivea Vitality. I put four bottles in the trolley, which instigated this conversation between myself and the Father of This Lot:
Him: What are you doing?
Me: I'm buying shower gel.
Him: You bought shower gel last week.
Me: I know I did. Four bottles.
Him: Well, where is it?
Me: Where's what?
Him: The four bottles of shower gel you bought last week?
Me: It's gone.
Him: Whaddya mean, gone?
Me: Gone. Used. Four empty plastic bottles in the brown recycling bin.
Him: They've used FOUR bottles of shower gel in a week? FOUR BOTTLES........?????
...and he proceeded to march off down the main aisle, muttering something like.....'ruined, that's what they are, ruined....'
Wisely, in my opinion, I thought this was not perhaps the best time to mention the three bottles of shampoo, two bottles of conditioner, two tubes of toothpaste and the entire twelve pack of toilet roll that they'd also got through.
And that's just in the bathroom.........
Obviously, this is nor the Father of This Lot in the picture.
You can tell that because the man is smiling after bringing the shopping in.
The Father of This Lot is more likely to say something along the lines of.....
'You never see sign nor light of them while you're unloading the car. Then when all the stuff's in, they descend on it like locusts......'
'Can someone come and help with the shopping please?
NO!! EATING IT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!'
or on a particularly bad day:
'Look at that - that bag didn't even make it down the hall........'
And whilst I have to agree that our grocery shopping bill probably encompasses in a month the debt of a small African nation, just think of the Clubcard points we'll get at Christmas.