It received a luke warm reception from Mr FF when I got it home and the only comment has been 'is that it's permanent place' as it currently stands in the hall mainly so that I can admire it every time I pass. Actually I'd quite like to fill it with yarn - shopping and knitting every girl's dream.
I'm already a bag lady, I try not to take plastic carriers at checkouts and have many many shopping bags, Cath Kidston, Lulu Guinness, Boden, as well as a big collection of supermarket bags for life, they make em I buy em. There's something of a foreign holiday feel about pulling a bag along behind you that lifts my spirits or maybe its just the beautiful colours and the chunky little wheels. Pam has made me promise not to start using the trolley as a walking aid as I get older, ie, pushing it in front of me like a wheeled zimmer frame, no chance I'm sticking with the trolley dolly image for a long time yet.
*Off your trolley - a slang expression for someone who doesn't act rationally and appears slightly mad, sounds good to me.