身份误认

My husband is only nine months younger than I am. But lately people have begun to mistake him for my son. Picture the scene. I have persuaded him to accompany me to my local supermarket in eastern Zimbabwe.I am relishing having someone to trot up to the bread counter, then back to the shopping trolley, off to find some vinegar, back to the trolley, while I muse languidly by the peanut butter.＂I must do this more often,＂ I say to myself happily.