Some management feedback from Mr T this afternoon when I arrived at his door - chicken drumsticks are not the same as chicken legs, which prompted a brief discussion on the anatomy of the undercarriage of a chicken. Of course Mr T was right, and after a more thorough search of the chilled section in Lidl this week I found the correct design of chicken portion he was looking for. Everyday really is a school day as we both agreed when I returned with his shopping.

It was good to catch up with Ms M this afternoon and she was keen to update me on her recent travails, mostly health related unfortunately - thankfully she's home (for now) and has a carer to look after her too which should give her a bit more peace of mind.

Her list was shorter than usual, but contained a few bulky items so I was glad of the trusty trolley, and the shelves of the world's politest supermarket didn't let Ms M down, especially in relation to their selling of MegaRolls of bathroom tissue - a fightback against shrinkflation or clever marketing I'm still not sure...

A first GoodGym shop for Ms J and an opportunity for me to explore unfamiliar Crouch End, so a win all round. Ms J was well prepared with a short list, money, and most helpfully examples of the items that she wanted from Sainsbury's and Tesco, so I took photos in case my memory failed me.

She asked if I knew the way to Crouch End and said I could take the no.91 bus...of course foot power was the preferred choice of transport, and it was a pleasant walk down the hill in the sunshine, and a slightly more arduous return trip back to the summit with the treasure.