The sound of disgust in my hubby’s voice as he utters this word. The total hate he has of doing this chore.

What can I do? I’m still sore and hobbling about from falling over on Sunday. I’ve not rested that much, I’ve washed up and cooked food. It’s just I’m still sore. Why doesn’t he understand that I need help? I’m not doing it deliberately. I found a hole in the bathroom door this morning where my head must have hit it! I am struggling to sleep as my side hurts so I’m using pain killing gel. But as I get more mobile I find other bits that hurt.

But shopping? It’s just not a man thing. Or cooking, it’s hard enough to get him to wash up. Antediluvian man!

Update:

Bread, yes

Pickled onions, no- spring onions

Pork pie, no-a large block of cheese.

Coffee, no – a bag of spinach

Beetroot, no- 15 eggs

Tomato soup, no – a bottle of wine

Milk, no – pretend butter

Potatoes, no – sliced ham!

Items on the list bought 1. Items not on the list 7!

I give up!