[Takes deep breath and sticks head over parapet]
OH took over pretty much all shopping, cooking and cleaning a while ago, as I was struggling to manage working fulltime with a massive Psoriatic Arthritis flare and he hadn't been getting much in the way of work (he was self employed, but the last year, I think, could be better described as unemployed).
Anyhow, he tries, but finds planning and organisation difficult and because I'm a fussy bitch I have strong preferences around food (ie, not from packets, low carb, wholemeal, lots of vegetables, that kind of thing) whilst he is happy to exist on Haribo, pasties and crisps, I get to the point where I have to stick my oar in over what he buys. I couldn't justify an online order, so I got him to agree to coming to a large supermarket with me, as the local mini ones largely sell utter crap ding dinners and overpriced, sad looking veggies.
All major supermarkets are within a short bus ride away in different directions. He insisted upon Tesco's. Not keen, but I'm not going to knock it. It's better than another month of the offerings from round the corner.
Anyhow, within a few minutes, I'm feeling disoriented, vague and as though I had a migraine without a headache. I struggled through, got the shopping and we escaped - but it took so long, what with having to go back and look at the same bits twice because I couldn't see what was wanted the first time of looking for it. It wasn't enormously busy, I wasn't panicking or anything like that and there weren't huge numbers of screaming kids even if there were several people who stopped dead in front of me, which is a heinous offence, IMO - but I felt awful and I was relieved to be out of there. As soon as I stepped outside, I felt fine again. I've disliked shopping there before, but put that down to being surrounded by screaming kids, angry Mums and probably being a bit hormonal or tired.
He says that I should just give him a list and not put myself through shopping again, but I never feel like that when I go to either Waitrose, even when they're packed. He was sympathetic but thinks I'm being silly and a bit of a snob, as veggies, meat and bread flour/yeast are the same wherever you shop - but why am I absolutely fine shopping in one and not the other? Could it be the lighting? Should I just give up and let him deal with it all?
Am I just being a snob and not able to articulate or admit it?