Tuna really want to hurt me, tuna really want to see me fry?

On a sizzler of an evening I set off to do a spot of shopping for Mr G. Happy to reach the air conditioned sanctuary of Tescos, I took my time picking up almost everything on the list, including tuna but not managing to find the sweetcorn to go with it. Who knew sweetcorn was a victim of lockdown stockpiling? Sorry Mr G. I headed back out to the sun soaked streets to drop off the goodies, and then took a lovely riverside route back home.