Toast Wanted

It was a Weetabix warm out. Certainly toast-tea but not too hot for a goodgymer of my-ilk. Mr K had marmalaid out his requests and after a little yak-ult on the blower I set about grapeling my way around the shops. There were some items that appeared to hard to find, banana that kept me from getting everything. Withsprout a doubt, I delivered better than a top surgeon removing an unwanted organ and dropping it off to be transplanted.