Life on Tapp: Delivery of online grocery shop is the highlight of my week!

Giving in to convenience and doing the supermarket shop online. Photo: Getty ImagesGiving in to convenience and doing the supermarket shop online. Photo: Getty Images
Giving in to convenience and doing the supermarket shop online. Photo: Getty Images
As a carefree childless twentysomething, I would live for Friday nights out on the town but these days, it is Saturday mornings that are now the highlight of my week.

Blaise Tapp writes: If I am lucky, Saturdays mean a lie-in, an occasional trip to the footy but the one thing the start of the weekend always means food shopping.

The older I get, the more I become a slave to routine, which on a Saturday involves me picking out what we’ll be having for a roast the following day before I head to the supermarket to stock up on a week’s worth of Monster Munch and painfully healthy Scandinavian yoghurt. It is a couple of hours I enjoy, probably because it allows me to live out every man’s hunter, gatherer fantasy, without the spear and blood.

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However, after years of vowing that I wouldn’t give in to the allure of peak 21st Century convenience, I have done just that in the past month and have started to get most of my shopping delivered.

Perhaps unfairly, I have long associated having groceries delivered to one’s doorstep as being the preserve of those people who wear their pyjamas on the school run but was tempted to give it a try by the promise of money off my shopping. The lure of a deal will usually tempt me to compromise my principles.

Although I still visit the local butcher to buy most of our meat, I am now fully sold on the idea of not having to get dressed before filling my fridge full of tasty morsels. At the risk of sounding like the increasingly dull middle-aged dad that I am fast becoming, supermarket deliveries have made my weekends that bit more exciting. I know, sad isn’t it.

There is something life-affirming about a smartly dressed chap (I’ve not had a visit from a delivery lady yet) presenting you with a crate full of biscuits, ice cream, and booze. So far, I have been lucky with my substitutions and only this week received a dozen packets of different flavoured crisps after it turned out that the bacon ones that my kids insist on me buying were out of stock.

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Apparently, others are not so lucky with reports of coco moisturiser being delivered in place of Cadbury’s chocolate or ham-filled croquettes instead of vegan falafel, but then life is a lottery, especially when you can’t be bothered to pull on your trousers and nip down the shops.

I suppose it is only a matter of time before I am faced with the first world problem of not receiving the right type of porridge oats in my delivery but I am willing to take that risk but I do wonder what price we are really paying for this level of convenience.

There was a time when supermarkets were seen as the destroyer of high streets and communities but if there comes a time when the majority of us have our weekly shop delivered to our front door, then what does that mean for the physical shop?

Supermarkets have become our meeting places - where we bump into acquaintances and talk about precisely nothing for 10 minutes in the pasta and tinned food aisle. After a while, we get on first-name terms with the cashiers and always give the security guard a friendly nod. We won’t be able to do that if we spend even more time at home in the future.

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