RICHARD IRVINE

DOUBLE TROUBLE FOR A FIRST TIME DAD OF TWINS

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“Good grief, look at the mince,” I heard from a fellow shopper in a well-known discount supermarket.

It's one of the two famous for a middle aisle of objects you didn't know you needed, until you put them in your trolley, and wonder how you ever lived without an electric tin opener.

Curious as to what was going on with the beef, I glanced over to see a crowd had gathered to marvel at the price of £7.15 for a large pack of grass fed finest.

It felt like a tipping point, the moment mince had crossed the threshold into the luxury goods market, alongside everything else we used to take for granted.

My shopping partner, Emma, hadn't noticed the furore because she was too busy dropping donuts on the floor, while attempting to use the supplied tongs in the bakery section.