On a sunny Friday evening I cycled to Ms A to do some shopping for her.

She was clearly an old hand at this, presenting me with a neat list, money and bags for life on arrival, all wrapped together with elastic bands.

She had one extra request for the list, some orange squash. But first she eyed me up to see if I'd be strong enough to carry it all. I'm pleased to say that after a quick flash of my guns she agreed I could handle it.

Morrisons was a dream; no queues, and I got everything on the list for £20.01!

Ms A was very pleased with her shopping haul.