Up until recently I was a faithful Tesco shopper, rarely spending under £100 on my weekly shop. But lately my habits have shifted toward more of a drip-feed approach, driven less by design than convenience.
Sometimes I'll venture into Sainsbury's but I remain unconvinced of the better-than-Tesco hype espoused by some friends.
If I am feeling very lazy, I'll end up in M&S.
I know I will find quality food, delicious recipe dishes and many novel and sumptuous lines, but partly due to the fact I'm on an unending fat-fighting mission, I (usually) steer clear of prepared dishes.
Lately, I find myself begrudgingly nipping into my local EuroSpar for staples.
But what I most enjoy lately are my jaunts into the Chinese supermarket for exotic delights like dried, whole spices and hands-down best-priced bumper packs of chicken.
I reach for the loo roll in Lidl – and still get excited by its weird variety of household goods and exciting little (edible) finds I used to have to haul home in suitcases from the Continent.
But I am inevitably drawn back to the vast chiller cabinets of Tesco – for everything in one fell swoop... when I have the time, or the inclination – and a fleece in the car.