THERE really should be an etiquette to supermarket shopping.

People commit the most annoying misdemeanours that really makes the weekly shop even more aggravating.

Those people who suddenly decide to do a 360 degree turn in the narrowest of aisles, those who block off whole sections with their trolley while they study whether one piece of rump steak is bigger than another.

People who really haven't got a clue how to steer a trolley or they are so busy talking they don't see your ankles until you're hopping around on one leg writhing in agony.

The mums who think it's a good idea if their small child holds their hand while they walk at toddler pace pushing the trolley one-handed.

I'm all in favour of giving your child some exercise but is the supermarket really the best place?

Or at least why can't they do it when the rest of us are at work?

And mums who allow their children to scream until your eardrums are bursting or run around trying to trip you up.

Then there's those short people who always ask me if I can reach something for them.

What am I, a giant? At 5ft 7ins even I struggle to reach some of the top shelves.

Hello, that's what supermarket workers with ladders are for!

Then there are the old dears who feel the need to lean heavily on their trolley and are happily going around at a snail's pace with their pointy elbows sticking out.

People on mobile phones who can't manage to steer and talk at the same time and are completely oblivious to the rest of us.

Those who meet friends or relatives and stop with their trolleys in a middle of an aisle to catch up.

Yes, I am guilty of this, but it's annoying all the same.

If you haven't guessed by now, I'm not keen on food shopping.

I keep meaning to try doing my supermarket shop online, but what puts me off is having to negotiate a time when you'll be in to have it delivered.

And then you've still got to put it all away.

That's the worst bit.

Shoving things in the fridge and finding something rotting at the back that you've forgotten about.

Or realising you've bought far too much and there's no way that joint of lamb is going to fit in your freezer and you really should have defrosted it.

It's all far too stressful and not my idea of fun.

I wonder if I could survive without them?