The lovely Mr J and I had gone through his list, I d got the money and was ready to go, but where was the shopping trolley? Mr J had no idea and a search proved fruitless. The only bags that could be rustled up were two quite small ones so I had to drop off the cereal boxes I’d bought from Iceland back at chez J. But then an angel appeared in the shape of his carer who lent me a large bag for life for the ASDA leg.