Mr M presented his list in the form of show and tell - the bag of potatoes and the salad tomatoes were clear enough, as was the tin of vegetable soup, but I needed clarification on the 2 kilos of flour that he was seemingly requesting...it transpired after a bit of miming that what he actually wanted was two cauliflowers...

A later than usual shop for Mr R, but he was well prepared as ever, albeit his front door was playing up as it seemed the prolonged dry spell has affected it in some way. Fortunately the shopping itself didn't require any application of extra force, and apart from some absent shallots, the basket was soon filled and I was back at his door ready to give it an extra push once he'd unlocked it...

Mr T actually met me downstairs outside his main entrance door this afternoon - I asked him why the guard of honour, but he said it was because their front door was broken and he wanted to come down to let me know...he was sporting a big plaster on his left forearm, the result of a visit by the Vampire(!) to draw another armful of blood from him - this time the visiting nurse was precise, accurate and required only one shot to draw the required amount, something Mr T was very pleased about - his last experience was not a pleasant one.

Yet again, the shopping was incidental to the breadth of conversation we had across a large number of quite diverse topics both pre and post shop, and I got some carrots to take home to improve my eyesight too.

As I stood in the longish queue at the Church St Market Tesco, the cashier asked if anyone had clubcard - the lady in front of me offered hers, and the cashier scanned it under the beam and the man paying at the counter saved £5 on his purchases. The same thing happened for the next lady, and again the lady with the clubcard saved her £2. I mentioned to her she should be on commission for all the savings she was making for her fellow shoppers - she just smiled.

It was a demonstration of unexpected human generosity and full marks to the cashier for realising each of the shoppers could make a saving if they used a clubcard (even though they didn't have one) - the best of shopping related humanity in action...

When I got back from today's painless shop for Mrs S at the world's politest supermarket, her therapists were treating her in the living room - Mrs S was delighted to be surrounded by her various "helpers" on a Friday morning, and in turn her therapists were keen to hear about GoodGym and the scope of "services" that we offer, and how they could get in contact. A beneficial morning all round then for everyone in the room.