I am looking down out into my north London street at the moment. It's a quiet street, mid-afternooon, and it is chocka with vans.
What are they all doing? Delivering groceries, that's what.
There is a Waitrose van – we have quite a few toffs in our street – plus a Co-op, a Morrisons and a Tesco van, waiting to find space to park.
That one is for me. Bringing 24 bottles of New Zealand Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc. How could I resist, when there