As I arrived at Mr G’s I calculated in my head how many months it’s been since I’d last seen him. These slots are popular with west London’s finest Goodgymers.

A few more pictures on the walls but otherwise it was if no time had passed at all. Making my way inside I asked “is it ok if I come in?” “No” came the deadpan response. I had to laugh, some things do not change. Mr G doesn’t give himself enough credit for his excellent comic timing. Once we’d established he was pulling my leg and I could come in, the real catching up began … from interior design and world travel, to Marxism, yogurt making and the new prime minister, there was alot to cover.

Once the world had been put to rights it was time to get down to the main order of business, the food shop.

Mr G’s first online shopping order facilitated by Ealing’s finest Goodgymers, had arrived in tact this week. Apart from the odd item being a bit bulkier than expected, the IT support mission was a success and Mr G was happy with the delivery driver’s careful unloading of the items.

So today’s shopping list consisted of the usual favourites, yogurt (the yogurt making kit has yet to be mastered) chicken, cod, plenty of greens and more standard sized cans of baked beans, because the smaller size aren’t enough to satisfy Mr G’s daily bean habit.

With the labels and shoppings bags in tow it was a quick march, to try and keep the chilled items cool, and back for some more rant and release with Mr G.

Bean stocks replenished for another week, it was time to say goodbye “see you in another 12 months” called Mr G as I headed out.

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