We look askance at our shopping lists and the tales and legends they tell of those brave souls who set off to take arms against the mighty Three for the Price of Two offers and the wild untamed BOGOF monsters that haunt the food aisles of the mighty supermarkets that face us ‘ere yet the battle’s dawn had come.
We have mounted our trusty supermarket trolleys and armed our selves with the shields of our shopping list and the leaky biro that will stand as our sword as we prepare to do battle against all the fearful tribulations the ogres of shopping can muster against us. We have strode manfully – and womanfully – down those aisles between the towering shelving units where the very tinned goods have seemed to mock our puny armour of prudent housekeeping, and our desire to purchase only what is on our list. We have wielded our debit cards with the wrists of experts and examined the lists of ingredients with all the knowledge of our mastered wizardry. Moreover, we have o’er brimmed our trolley with all the treasures of this dragon’s cave of the wonders of the supermarket, including some of those nice biscuits that your sister told us about…
and yet…
and yet….
And yet, we have still managed to somehow forget to buy any butter.
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