Almost two thirds of fresh fruit and veg in our shops come from Europe. That's a big gap to fill and it's not even taking into account Prosecco and Stella Artois.
In fact, it might be better to go shopping as a pack, with my mate Arthur on point in pit boots (he's 80, small and lethal), Maria and me pulling trolleys, and Phil and Rag on the flanks (they're both 6ft plus) carrying heavy duty plastic bin lids to ward off the opposition. We can sweep the aisles in a wedge formation.
“Grab the onions.”
“Leave room for the Brioche.”
“We need those Maris Pipers.”
“Careful. You nearly squashed my plums.”
It could become a team event for only the brave or those in dire need of an iceberg lettuce for a ham tea on Sunday.
Residents of Skelmanthorpe, which is just down the road, would, of course, be barred for having an unfair advantage. The village has two claims to fame. It's where Jodie Whittaker, the current Doctor Who, grew up, and it's known as Shat.
In ancient times its inhabitants were known as The Shatterers and their local sport was shin-kicking and lug-hole biting. They'd take home the lettuce every time.