To get stuff for a roast dinner. He said we can all walk down (takes about an hour there and back) and make it a nice dog walk with the kids. I don't drive or I'd have gone myself, and the buses are rubbish today.
But about five minutes ago he had a brainwave about making cheese scones. And now he's going to drive to the shop to get the buttermilk (and the roast stuff).
His logic (?) is that making the scones is a family activity so it negates the need to make the trip to the shop a family activity.
I've told him he's being weird. I mean, I'm happy not to have to leave the house and everything, but I just don't get the so called logic.
It's not me, is it? I'm laughing at him and he's looking at me like I'm mad.