I was convinced that Tottenham Court Road was experiencing its own micro-climate this afternoon, as it felt about 5 degrees warmer walking to Tesco with trolley in tow than it had in the various other corners of London I'd ventured to earlier in the day. Tesco also came good with the four tins of sardines (does that count as a school...?) that Mr T had asked for, after they'd been awol for the past few weeks.

Mr T had enjoyed a good recent spell with the turf accountants, so was keen to recount in great detail the joys of his week - I still don't fully understand the intricacies of the accumulator, but, as with most visits to Mr T, every day really is a school day...