I was convinced that Tottenham Court Road was experiencing its own micro-climate this afternoon, as it felt about 5 degrees warmer walking to Tesco with trolley in tow than it had in the various other corners of London I'd ventured to earlier in the day. Tesco also came good with the four tins of sardines (does that count as a school...?) that Mr T had asked for, after they'd been awol for the past few weeks.

Mr T had enjoyed a good recent spell with the turf accountants, so was keen to recount in great detail the joys of his week - I still don't fully understand the intricacies of the accumulator, but, as with most visits to Mr T, every day really is a school day...

If you're reading these words, it means I managed to publish the second version of this report. Version one had just been finished on a sweltering tube when, moments after I typed the closing line, "No drama encountered otherwise," the entire text was swallowed by a wrong slip of a finger on my phone screen, never to be retrieved again. Thanks to the unexpected wonders of 21st-century technology, I was gifted the opportunity to rewrite history from scratch and practise mindfulness in the face of frustration.

It wasn't an easy week for Ms F, who suffered from the hot temperatures to the point that she had to cancel her medical appointment. She also found it difficult to get a good night's sleep, so she was pleased to hear that I'd be coming slightly later than originally planned, giving her a little more time to rest during the day.

I happened to be off work that week, showing my family around London, and a 40-minute midday shopping mission was a perfect break from crowded touristy places. For Ms F, however, hearing that I'd be coming before 6 pm on a weekday caused a little confusion.

To provide some relief from the heat, I was asked to buy a six-pack of Buxton still water and a little treat: a bottle of refreshing ginger beer. One more summer delight came in the form of a healthy snack.

"Last time Louis brought me some delicious strawberries. They're called No. 1. You'll know when you've found them because they cost four pounds."

And off I went for a successful shop, with all the items located without difficulty. The only event worth mentioning was the outer packaging of the Buxton water dramatically ripping apart just as I left the till, allowing two of the bottles to attempt an escape.

Now, this is the part of my original story v1.0 where I wrote "No drama encountered otherwise", but I feel that if I finish it on this note, something ominous will happen again, and I'll end up writing the third version of this story.

So let's close it with me going to the British Museum to look for my not-so-distant ancestors - and I don't mean the ancient residents of the sarcophagi here! My family and I glanced through the Greek excavations before heading off. As entertaining as they looked, the figurines of ancient pigs didn't feel relevant for the closure of this story either, as Ms F is much less of a fan of pork than she is of fish.

Another thing I haven't mentioned in my original report was that, on the way back west, under very rare circumstances, I happened to bump into one of Mission Control's stars while they were on a break. I think that truly closes the loop of this story.

Hopefully, this is a worthy ending, and all the ancient and modern gods of fate, together with the muses of GoodGym report writing, will allow me to publish this version and won't turn it into a Sisyphean task.

We had a lengthy discussion this afternoon about the trade offs between Unwashed Baby Spinach (Mr T's vegetable of choice for the past however many weeks of shopping for him as it lasts longer in his fridge) and the washed variety (shorter shelf life) - prompted by Mr T discovering last week that a lot of "dirt" had formed around the top of his saucepan whilst washing (twice...) the unwashed variety.

To this end, he wasn't keen to continue to ingest whatever was lurking on these unwashed leaves, and so it's the washed variety he wants (understandably I'd say based on the description he gave me of his pan water...). Fortunately Lidl continues to stock all varieties, so it proved to be an easy substitution.

Had a nice catchup with Ms F. Was going on to the summer party nearby so an ideal combo. The big Waitrose is open again so struggled round that trying to find the usuals after the refurb. Digital labels now which is a bit fancy.

Hot Friday and I was on my way back from the office in Milton Keynes to Euston then short walk to Mr T to do his shopping. My first shopping for him so wondered what he would want and which stores he likes. i did check the previous reports so knew roughly what he normally gets, but not easy when you go to a store you have never been. On arrival Mr T explained that he is partially visually impaired so asked if i could read his shopping list - I was able to make most of it and he still had some of the items...so pictures of them taken in order to not mess his order. I had the list and the cash but was missing the bags. Not to worry as today it was luxury : a 2 wheel shopping trolley!!!So I was on the move with my new wheels. First stop was Tesco where only 3 items were required...got 2 as the fridges were all out of order due to the heat. No problem as could get that item in the next store. Went across to the Lidl and got all the items including the milk Mr T wants. After a quick spin around the block with my set of wheels, I was back in the flat. Mr T was delighted and we had a chat. Very interesting person and proud to be scottish despite living in London for so many years. He talked about his career in the army and the job he had afterwards.

As I stood at the exit of Tottenham Court Road station, waiting at the traffic lights under the full glare of the sun, I looked up at the billboard for The Devil Wears Prada musical. My face was burning in the heat, and the combination of the blazing sunshine, the high temperature, and the diabolical advertisement felt somewhat infernal. It seemed as though the green light would never come and that I would be stranded there forever, unable to cross the road and reach the welcome shade on the other side. Eventually, however, the lights changed, and I continued on my way.

The rest of my walk to Bloomsbury to meet Ms F was mostly shaded, although it still took me a little longer than usual in the heat. When I arrived, Ms F excitedly informed me that her favourite supermarket, Waitrose, had just reopened following a refurbishment. Apparently, there were giveaways and food tastings taking place to celebrate the reopening, but all I was interested in was the air conditioning.

I was welcomed into Waitrose by a blast of cool air - though not quite as cool as I had hoped - and an entirely new store layout. While the redesign was arguably more intuitive, it made finding oatcakes surprisingly difficult. The promised freebies were nowhere to be seen. And then came the final blow: the cheese counter ceased to exist. No more Cornish Yarg for Ms F!

Once I had worked out where everything (apart from the cheese) was, I found myself carrying a six-pack of 1.5-litre bottles of Buxton water in one hand and almost the same weight in groceries in the other. Together, they amounted to at least a third of my body weight. The climb to Ms F's flat on the fifth floor was much easier than anticipated, given the heat. Sadly, no amount of resilience and physical fitness could compensate for the loss of the cheese counter.