Standard in the place where you live

This afternoon I finished my cycle by doing a quick task for Mrs C.

Mrs C is a bit cut off from the world while shielding, and was keen to be brought a copy of the Evening Standard. My cycle brought me past Waterloo station just as awful 10 minutes of rain kicked off. I scoured the station, but the racks were all empty. Fortunately, just after I gave up and decided to try another station, I stumbled upon a van dropping them all off.

I popped one in my bag, swung by Mrs C's, dropped it off, then headed home. Mission accomplished.