Supermarket shopping tends to be one of life’s dull but relatively uncomplicated experiences. There’s the odd decision that takes longer than you’d like. I struggle with the ever-expanding array of egg descriptions, wracking my brain to determine which is the least evil option. The grocery shopping degree of difficulty increases tenfold, however, when you have a small person in tow. And I generally do.

First there is disagreement over cereal types and the fact you’d rather buy something with a marginally lower sugar content than actual confectionery. Next, comes the bread and baked good section where you must complete the manoeuvre of collecting your sliced wholegrain without putting chocolate-chip cookies in kiddie eyeline. Then there’s the sweets aisle, the assortment of small but overpriced toys which grab you out of nowhere and don’t get me started on ice-creams.