Things my mother would never had said to my father that my wife says to me:
"Can you stop off at Waitrose on the way home and pick up some lamb."
Sainsbury's was posh enough. We did Tesco's.
My father did not "stop off" on his way back from work. He came home.
My mother shopped when she shopped. She didn't miss things.
Because you know what you're eating ever day.
My father did not get involved with "food shopping". He worked.
"Some lamb" would have been meaningless to him. A leg is "some lamb"; so is a chop.
And if they thought that en famille we'd be eating curry on a Wednesday evening they'd be worrying. And then they'd remember that "down South" is a foreign country and that they do things differently there.