Time to gallop...

I arrived at Mr P's ready to do his shopping - he had the horse racing on in preparation for the Grand National at 4pm. He provided his list and cash, and asked if I'd be okay to go to the Tesco at Surrey Quays - no problem I said as I now know my way around there pretty well. Off I went in the sunshine, and after a few laps of the aisles (the particular sourdough loaf proved hard to find...) I had everything he wanted.

I had a full bag in my hand and was heading back when I realised my ETA would be c4pm, and I wasn't keen to disturb Mr P's viewing schedule - so I broke from a canter into a gallop in the hope of making it back before the start of the big race...nearly but not quite, but Mr P was thankfully fine with me arriving just as the starter had set them off and was grateful for his treasure.