Now that's what you call a radish!

I never imagined I'd ever find a vegetable that was too large for Mrs M's trusty trolley bag, but today broke that record, and after last week's failed attempt to secure the mooli, her local Indian greengrocer came up trumps this time round.

I can't really remember much about the rest of the mission as I think I was still in a daze about not only locating this somewhat exotic vegetable for a delighted Mrs M, but how on (in?) earth something like this is grown...

It was a pleasure to see the friendly Ms C again this morning after my last visit to fix her lightbulbs. She was well prepared with list, money and wasn't too concerned where I went to do her shopping, although my first port of call was her local pharmacy to pick up some vitamins.

After that it was a retrace of steps to her local Sainsbury's which had nearly everything Ms C wanted apart from Suet and Lard - which upon seeing these items strangely gave me flashbacks to school dinners of times long past. I continued my wander along the Whitechapel Road until I got to Asda, where a helpful assistant pointed me in the right direction to find these two key missing ingredients, and the list was complete.

With her phone now loud and clear, it was easy to get Miss S's shopping list from her in advance of today's visit to Surrey Quays and we hoped everything she asked for could be found. Miss S has clearly been following the news as, in light of Tesco reporting bumper profits last week, she was really hoping some of the prices of her favourite goods may have come down...

The shopping part was straightforward enough, but as I wandered along the leafy paths of the ecological park and voted (in my mind at least) Miss S's shopping walk home as definitely in the top 3 most scenic of all time, I came face to face with a brazen fox - after a brief Mexican standoff where we eyed each other for quite some time, said fox dashed into the undergrowth to find its next meal, and I continued on my merry way to drop off Miss S's treasure at her front door.

...and with somewhere familiar to go, as today was part 2 of Saturday's original mission for Mr P which just involved picking up his prescription from his local pharmacy.

Mr P had forewarned me that there would be a lot of dressings, as well as the various other pills and potions, so I brought an extra bag just in case, and he wasn't wrong when it came to the pharmacist handing over all the items. It was then just a case of following a well trodden and familiar route to Mr P's to drop off his medicine.