It is a truth universally acknowledged that after a certain age you can get more pleasure from a short trip round M&S foodhall than you can from your own husband.
It’s just the way life is. No ones fault. Even if you don’t buy anything, the tantalising glimpses of ready meals. Forbidden pleasures of prepared veg. God! And the never before contemplated joys of buying ready plated sandwiches for a buffet is enough to make you drool.
I buy him a pie. Steak & Kidney. Knowing he’ll get a lot more pleasure from that than I could ever provide now.