Mr K was a bit stressed today as his good neighbour, Ms S, who helped him this morning book a boiler engineer, was moving out soon. She was on a call when I visited Mr K, who handed me the shopping list, money, his Nectar card and a shopping bag. It was not a good time for a chit-chat.

I bought everything from Mr K's list in Sainsbury's, including vine tomatoes - the regular ones - not the fancy-named new kind I spotted in the store. Majestic! That sounded so profound I was not sure who were those tomatoes marketed to. Royals?

Back in Mr K's flat, when we were putting groceries into the fridge, Mr K removed a slightly yellowish broccoli and wanted to throw it away. I declared I'd eat it, and Mr K said I was welcome to take it. I ran back home, where I cooked a clear-the-fridge style lunch, featuring the best-looking pieces of the rescued broccoli 🥦💫