Both Mr R and I commented how quickly the week had gone...we both agreed it must have something to do with the heat... Mr R was sceptical that the shelves of Tesco would have all he wanted noting it was 3pm on a Saturday afternoon, so I wandered in that direction with some trepidation...but we were both proved wrong, as the basket was soon full of everything he'd asked for (including the ever present under-ripe bananas...) bar the sourdough loaf - fortunately the sliced super seeded was there to ensure he still has something for breakfast.

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...

I like the fact that Miss N sends me to the (wide range of) local Turkish supermarkets around Church St Market, it certainly widens my horizons on what you can buy... - this week it was a visit to see Sinbad to find a couple of boxes of Dates, that Miss N had kindly taken a picture of, and for which she also gave me excellent instructions on where to find in the shop. A quick tour of Aldi, and we were all good for another week.

So Mrs S asked me this morning which Waitrose I'd prefer to go to...choices, choices - I said that actually the John Lewis one was preferable as the walk was more interesting (there's also a lot more shade en route), and the shop is generally quieter. Apart from being unable to locate mini cucumbers, and find any interesting flavours of ice cream for her, I feel I chose wisely...as did she when I emptied the treasure onto her kitchen table.

I was grateful that Ms J's son was at the flat this morning and able to give me a hand, as it definitely needed both of us to carry and navigate the items down the staircase and round the back of the building to the bin area...when we initially lifted up the mattress and divan halves, we discovered a £20 note and a few £ coins, which Ms J had clearly been putting away for safe keeping...