This Saturday it was my one year anniversary of shopping for Mrs J. I’ve worked it out - I’ve done 31 weeks of good for Mrs J, which means 31 small packs of potatoes, 58 custard tarts and a bloody hell of a lot of galaxy chocolate bars!

V had sent her list across - the same as last week, only sans eggs, and we were back to spam and not tinned ham. The lack of pull-ring was too fiddly, but, on the bright side, spam was on offer this week - 2 for £3!

The two tins of big soup went in, and the next aisle was confectionary, where I was to collect Mrs J’s favourite chocolate. CHOC HORROR. There were only three of the four-pack smooth milk chocolate bars. I scavenged around, to make sure there weren’t two more hiding behind the ripple multipack or the cookie crunch bars… nada.

I was on a hunt for someone in lime green and black to help me out. This ended up being a lot more tricky than anticipated. When finally found, not one of the three staff members could help me out, sadly. So we had to make do with the three packs today instead of five.

Onwards and upwards (or at least along to the next aisle to locate the French fancies), we had our next dilemma… no Warburtons medium sliced. Asda’s own would have to do. I was certainly not bready for this kind of behaviour in store today.

Goods paid for, and down and round the corner to deliver the shopping to a cheery Mrs J. I explained the galaxy-based situation, and she looked gravely down. ‘I’ll have to give you double next week then’ she said, smiling, ‘do you want anything else instead?’. I shook my head, and she looked worryingly at me, like I might not survive til next week without one of her sweet treats. ‘I’ve got some eggs or some money instead, take that..’, I shook my head again, and whipped out one of the bars from last week that was still in the side pocket of my backpack, ‘I’m all good Mrs J’.

She looked perplexed. Perhaps because I hadn’t ate it already, or perhaps because I had the audacity to wave that bar in her face having denied her of her usual five packs. ‘I’ll see you next week’ she said to me, ‘and I will have double for you, I won’t take no’.

Which got me thinking… After 31 shops for Mrs J, I probably had more than enough chocolate from her still to make up for those two packets they didn’t have!