Shop gone WRONG!
Swinging open the door as I got home from work at 10.30pm, I saw my husband Darren, 48, had left a shopping list.
‘On your way back from work tomorrow could you do the shopping?’ he asked.
‘Are you having a laugh?’ I said. ‘I’m exhausted! You’re at home tomorrow, you do it!’
I’d get four hours sleep before I’d have to be back
