Somehow our post shop conversation took us all the way from the Breeders Cup in LA to Mozart in Vienna, and with quite a few interim stops on the way, including back pain, economy class seats and the miracle of how the human body can heal itself. If Mr T were ever to go on Mastermind he's got a ready made set of specialist topics tucked away in that little grey matter of his...and he'd ace the general knowledge round too!

A real mix on the list for Ms D this morning, and she was (unnecessarily) concerned about whether I could read her writing this week (familiarity is quite helpful in this regard...). After a diversion to Boots to pick up some magic hair potion, the aisles of Waitrose once more didn't let me down for the rest of the list, even with the stergene and long emery boards she was after.

Mr B was expecting me when I rang his flat number this morning, as was the building manager, who then kindly accompanied me up to Mr B's flat where we discovered he'd placed one of the two parts of the divan on top of a suitcase - something to surely rival the Princess of pea fame...

We got to work clearing out the old broken bed frame that had been pushed to one side, along with a very tired(!) looking single mattress, and then unpacked the divan base and got the wheels and legs fitted, and the two halves joined together.

With a space now cleared (and the floor a lot cleaner), it was just a case of moving the divan into the space and putting the mattress on top - "a proper bed" declared a clearly pleased Mr B, who has apparently been sleeping on the single mattress for over a year. One final request to change the lightbulb above his bed to give him some light, and the mission was complete.

No need for a visit to M&S today as Mr T still had plentiful supplies from last week's shop, and so it proved a straightforward visit to his local Tesco and all too familiar Lidl to fill his shopping trolley this week. This of course gave us more time to catch up on the comings and goings of the past few days, another history lesson, a lesson on tax evasion(!), and for him to test me on his cross-word of the week, for which he gave me the answer but then challenged me on it's meaning..."Hominid". (I'd swear my brain has got bigger as a result of shopping regularly for Mr T).

A first time shop for the very grateful Ms A, who I sensed was also surprised that I'd found her front door without too much trouble. After a quick discussion about which supermarket I should aim for to get what she needed (she kindly saved me a long walk in the pouring rain to the King's Road), and her checking that I had an umbrella with me, it proved to be a reasonably quick and easy treasure hunt and I was soon back at her now more familiar front door with a slightly damp shopping bag in hand.

My trek from Royal Docks Pharmacy to Miss S's flat with medicine bag in hand, provided I follow the "usual" route, takes me past a front garden containing a quite surreal collection of gnomes of all shapes and sizes. As a reference point it's useful as it shows I'm close to the drop off point, as a source of amusement it brightens the walk every time!