The lovely Mr J had a list today that seemed to be full of all the heaviest veg he could think of today - his shopping trolley was groaning under the weight by the time I left ASDA.

He also wanted some buns, he wasn’t sure what they were called so we agreed that I’d ring from the bakery counter. It wasn’t donuts or iced buns, but when I described cinnamon whirls we hit jackpot!