After a few weeks of a break, it was my turn to visit Ms F's for her weekly shopping mission. It was good to see her in good spirits after catching up with her friends.

Today's list didn't include the usual Orkney oatcakes and Ryvita, but had a special treat: Bonne Maman blueberry yoghurt, apparently beneficial for the eyes. Unfortunately, the sizes and flavours of the yoghurts in the store didn't match the voucher Ms F had hoped to use. She'd still have a week to redeem it.

Another special request was a discounted pinot grigio wine. I didn't have much luck with getting the product Ms F wanted as the promotion on her favourite had finished. I called Ms F and suggested a different, also discounted, brand that matched the budget and, apparently, was organic. It didn't come up as a surprise to me that Ms F decided to give the organic alternative a try.

Back at Ms F's flat, the lady examined the label, discovering that the wine originated from Sicily. Potential involvement of mafia in the vineyards or production was briefly brought up, but Ms F decided to trust the new brand and try the pinot grigio later with dinner.

The award-winning Ealing Half Marathon is one of the events of the year for runners and supporters in Ealing and across the country. Our group of walkers, wanderers, minstrels, travelers, joggers and runners gathered together for a key job ahead of this year's half on 27 September - advance notice signs of road closures. Yes, sooper dooper important for our supportive local residents to know what's happening on the day.

This was a carefully planned logistical enterprise, with weeks and months (well, minutes and hours) of high level project planning (well, some notes on Harvey's iPhone and jumping on the bus with a bag of signs). Two groups were formed, with members chosen for their specific skills mix after significant testing and modeling (well, the people standing together on one side at our meeting spot, and, erm, the people standing together on the other side at our meeting spot). It helped that we had a range of heights within our team because street furniture (esp. lamp posts) is our bread and butter. There was a slight suspicion that one group was competing with the other to get their share of signs put up first. Or was it that they wanted to get home in time to watch the football? Whatever.

A year out from the last time we fed cable ties together, you wouldn't believe how many different kinds of lamp posts there are! You might not actually care, but you would if the lamp post was too fat to get your cable tie around!

We guided around our section of the half marathon route as the sun set over the West Ealing tall towers (how romantic).

Before we finished, there was just time for Sevan to enact a culturally iconic Bob Dylan music video from 1965 (hence the title of this report). Then, like rolling stones, we blew in the wind, to head off and knock on the heaven's door we call home.