Mr T actually met me downstairs outside his main entrance door this afternoon - I asked him why the guard of honour, but he said it was because their front door was broken and he wanted to come down to let me know...he was sporting a big plaster on his left forearm, the result of a visit by the Vampire(!) to draw another armful of blood from him - this time the visiting nurse was precise, accurate and required only one shot to draw the required amount, something Mr T was very pleased about - his last experience was not a pleasant one.

Yet again, the shopping was incidental to the breadth of conversation we had across a large number of quite diverse topics both pre and post shop, and I got some carrots to take home to improve my eyesight too.