I don't want to go to the supermarket any more.
I don't. The supermarket sucks. I sit down every week, make a plan of menus for things I actually won't want to cook, buy a load of stuff, pile it into the kitchen and then towards the end of the week go searching for my ingredients to find them going a bit weird at the back of the shelf.
Not to mention having to take a four year old who constantly badgers for yogurt drinks and Babybel cheeses and cereal bars and far too many apples and look look this juice in the little plastic cartons with the tiny straws look look look
No more. I go into town to work, I shall Pick Bits Up. I am casually optimistic that this will not mean living in a Mother Hubbard type establishment with no food to be eaten. We shall eat like kings! We shall dine on seasonal vegetables! We shall eat all kinds of new and different things as I create meals day by day with cheerful spontaneity! We will save thousands of pounds!
I actually don't know about any of these things. But small victories have already been won - the discovery of loose muesli, in various yummy-looking different mixes, which is sold by weight in the health food shop. Freedom from the tyranny of Cheerios! At least now when breakfast is swept up from under the kitchen table, it will be a more organic and less uniform shape. And it will not adhere to the floor.
Ah, so what if they don't actually eat it. Buying it is far more fun.