Poultice makes perfect

Today a runner headed to Bloomsbury to help fetch a prescription for somebody who is self isolating.

After cycling to a rather ghostly Bloomsbury, I swung by the pharmacists who - after confirming I was legit - handed over Mrs D's prescription. I popped the paper bag in mine and made my way to Mrs D's building - after getting more than a little lost in there, I called and liaised with Mrs D as I dropped it off at her door.

A quick and rewarding task!