The usual routine this morning with Mrs S, although she was keen to hear how the running adventure had been on Sunday. She set me a challenge of trying to find a Kohlrabi, and if anywhere was going to stock it, the world's politest supermarket had to be a safe bet...but no, out of season apparently.

Just as I was heading out of the Brunswick Centre my phone rang - Mrs S had forgotten to include a big box of Yorkshire teabags on her list, so I did a speedy U-turn (non Japanese style...) to pick one up, and before long I was back in her kitchen unpacking her treasure for another week.