I'd hardly sat down before Mr T pointed to his curtains and said that his kindly neighbour had put the old set through the washing machine and were ready to be rehung, so that was a task to be done once I'd ventured up and down Tottenham Court Road.

Not willing to let Mr T anywhere near a step ladder, I was up and down a few times to get the "stand ins" removed off the curtain cord, and the old new ones put back in their place - there might even have been a round of applause at the end...fortunately it didn't bring the house down.

As we ran through this morning's dictation, we reached "Apples", and Mrs S asked that I only get her decent ones..."polite and well behaved?" I asked, to which she smiled (thankfully) , and we entered into a lengthy discussion about how actually fruit in the supermarket doesn't taste like it ought to anymore...and with that the apples (and any other fruit), well behaved or otherwise, were firmly struck from the list.