Mr T sprung his cross word of the week upon me almost the moment I'd walked in through the door..."6 letters meaning spirit". He confessed he'd eventually got it, but only after quite a bit of verbal mental gymnastics - when he told me the solution was the (unusual) word "daemon" I thanked him for teaching me what that word actually meant but admitted I'd never have got there in a million years...

Fortunately today's shopping was much more straightforward as the list was all the regular favourites, and the aisles, staff (and checkout) were well behaved. After a lengthy discussion about matters of the turf, and other upcoming sporting events we shared interests in, I bid Mr T a fine weekend.