We are lucky enough that there is usually a parking slot in the same place at our local supermarket. I aim to park there, as it's right next to the trolleys. I do my shopping, find the car and put the trolley away - simples!
DH, of course, parks any old where. If he's parked too far away from the trolley station, I jump in the car once we've stowed the shopping, so he has to trudge right across the carpark to bring the trolley back.
He still hasn't got the message!
Seems it’s now Harry’s uncle - the Earl of Spencer - having his turn at a “tell all” book.





