Being happily married with children was a delight - but what no one told you was that shopping journeys were an absolute disaster.

Your oldest son, Rocco, was trying to sneak a few toy car sets into the already overflowing cart. Simultaneously, your second oldest, Avena, was risking her luck trying to climb on top of the Barbie shelf.

“Bezella,” Catarino calls gently to you, juggling a watermelon and a loudly babbling Cosima in his large burly arms. “Do we need anymore bread?”