Choc & (Kitchen) Roll Star

I’m going to keep this one short and sweet, a bit like Mr J’s shop. Got to Mr J’s flat (after getting lost in Notting Hill) and in return for my ‘Hello, it’s Lucy from GoodGym, I’m here to get your shopping’, I received a shopping list, £20 and a bag for life.

Under strict instructions to go to the Co-op, I searched for the six items Mr J has requested. Eggs, milk and sugar was easily found, before some roll-searching for kitchen towels and the chocolate orange (couldn’t think of a terry-ble pun for that one hahaha). Unfortunately, Co-op appeared to be in the ‘hate’ marmite corner, as it was nowhere to be seen, not with the savoury stocks and sauces or the condiments.

I paid up, and popped in to Iceland next door - I thought they ‘marmite’ have it there, and yes they did. Not from the right shop, but at ‘yeast’ Mr J got everything he had requested. I ‘spread’ back to his to drop off the goods before choc’n’rolling down the Grand Union home (and managing to not get so lost this time).