My, My, My Lasagne; Pie, Pie, Pie, Lasagne

Mr R lived close by, so it was a nice break from work to pop over and help him with his shopping.

A clear and simple list, with clarifications from Mr R, meant I'd only need to go to the little shop instead of the big one, so Mr R and I spent some time discussing how far across London he could see from his flat (definitely beyond canary wharf despite the grey day).

The list mostly consisted of pies, in fact it was all pies, except one lasagne (Mr R's treat!) He was very grateful for the help and thanked GoodGym head office for their help.