An 84-year-old friend has been complaining about her 88-year-old husband (let’s call him John) buying more food than they can consume, so that most of it goes off and has to be binned.
I’d suggested that he might like to be a professional shopper for people with more money than time or energy, so that he gets the pleasure of the buying but with other people’s money and he doesn’t have to eat it all himself.
Two days ago, another friend was saying her father (in his 70s or 80s) is a shopaholic as well. So, I’ve said he could team up with the 88-year-old and start a shopping service. The friend said, “My father’s slow though.” I said, “The customer will probably only need one delivery per week, so your father and John can take six days to do the shopping — six days of shopping heaven wandering among the supermarket aisles, eyeing up all the goods! Bliss.”
It’s exercise for them, too.
(London, 2025)
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