Jogged round to Mr A's flat to pick up the list and read through it to check I'd understood it. Very glad I did as I thought he'd put the quantity of items he needed on the left but he'd just numbered the list. I probably would have worked it out eventually (15 balls of mozzarella did seem like a lot...). Armed with his trusty trolley, I vowed to be back as soon as I could.

As I headed to the lifts, I realised what an amazing view the flats had over London. Was staring so intently that I almost missed when the lift arrived! Down and out to the local shop to pick up just one ball of mozzarella, among other things, and then back to a very grateful Mr A.