’It’s never been a better time to be a savvy shopper.’ Or so I read this week. It’s funny how much enjoyment one can get from an activity others deem mundane.
While some profess to taking pleasure from cooking, cleaning, ironing etc., I get my kicks from completing the weekly shop.
A chore for many, restocking the cupboards once a week is, for me at least, something to look forward to.
As a child, I remember being wheeled around the supermarket, helping choose the week’s goodies before hopping on a 20p ride, or turning the screw on one of the lines of gumball machines.
A self-conscious teen, my attention turned from the post-shopping-fun to the products themselves, meticulously studying every label to check fat content - saturated and unsaturated, don’t forget - calories and carbohydrates.
Now, as an adult, it’s all about bagging a bargain. A new survey of shoppers revealed this week that, as a nation, we’re starting to lose the stigma associated with cutting out coupons.
According to the research, 55 per cent of us admit to regularly using coupons and vouchers when food and grocery shopping.
And I love the day Clubcard vouchers land on my mat. I neatly tear along the perforated edges, line them up, and store them in the front of my purse. Then, when it’s time to pen the weekly shopping list, I thumb through them to see where savings can be made. I’ve got the routine down to a fine art.
The same can’t be said, however, for The Boy. Last weekend I had to work the Saturday night shift, so he was left in charge of the shopping. Not wanting to be too demanding, I left few instructions. There was no regimented list, he knew what we needed. ‘Just get what you fancy,’ I said.
Returning home on Sunday night to a delicious home-made meal I thought, The Boy done good. Until I asked what we had for the rest of the week. Two pieces of salmon. That it? He’d also bought Dettol and mouthwash. Delicious.
Realising that he’d spent the week’s allowance, I gingerly stepped into the kitchen to see what other wonders awaited.
A box of granola bars, two bags of cashew nuts, spinach, 20 slices of ham and 18 eggs.
‘They were on offer’ he said. Poor thing, it’s difficult for a rookie.
‘Great job, babe,’ I assured him. Ham omelette it is.