You’re the bun that I want

After zipping down to Angel on my bike I phoned Mr P to ask what was on his shopping list. This proved slightly more difficult than I was expecting “just bring me the same as last time”...but eventually I managed to ascertain exactly what he required. This meant a trip to two shops as Mr P had quite specific instructions. Once all the items were checked off the list there came the slightly convoluted process of delivering the shopping which involved Mr P dropping his keys from the first floor window as his door buzzer was broken. With the keys and shopping safely delivered I was on my way.