Mr M dictated his shopping list to me live as we stood in the kitchen looking into the fridge, and hoping that he hadn't forgotten anything too important. His nearest supermarket was the Waitrose near the Barbican and he was fine for me to go there to get what he needed - there was an added bonus to choosing one of the King's preferred shops in that I could use a voucher to get him some money off his shopping too. I set off armed with his suitably appropriate Union Flag shopping bag.

Thankfully the royally warranted shelves had everything that Mr M needed (the King would be proud) and I was soon back at his door (Mr M's, not the King's...) with his treasure and more change than he was expecting.