This afternoon, I used my run to help out Mr T (no, not that one), by doing a shopping trip for him while he has to stay at home.

Mr T was really friendly, and equipped me for my mission - he gave me his list, some cash, and a swish pair of wheels I could transport the shopping in. He also kept insisting I must be a teenager, which I choose to take as a compliment. The shop was straightforward, and after I got back, we enjoyed a nice chat - he even gave me some local walking recommendations for my exercise since I'm still new to North London!

The wheels?

While I'm not much of a vehicle man, I was taken aback by the speed and utility of Mr T's trolley.

The stats:

Top speed - as fast as your little legs can carry you Range - as far as the eye can see (and maybe a scooch further) Aesthetics - beautiful efficiency

The verdict?

I've finally achieved my dream of being a trolley person, if only for 45 minutes