There was a welcoming committee of ghouls and ghosts hanging above the path to the world's politest supermarket this morning which only reminded me that somehow the end of October has made a scary appearance...

Ms J was clearly keen to see that I was paying attention to her now familiar post it note list, as a double entry of breaded cod fillets had crept on, and of course Tomato Sauce meant the glass bottle variety (no substitutes...).

All done without encountering any zombies or skeletons lurking in the aisles and it was then swiftly back to Ms J's to drop off her treats...in the spirit of the times, when she asked me to put my hands out, it wasn't sweets she dropped into my expectant palms, but a good dollop of hand sanitiser...how very 2020.