Bring me a higher love of washing powder

Across the west face of London I traveled to climb the highest of towers, a tower so high I could not but help gasp at the beauty and wonder below me - Saturday afternoon at Westfield.

This was a foodbank mission, but the other way round to normal. Ms E had acquired an oversized pack of laundry/washing powder that was just to heavy for her to lift, and consequently was of no use to her. Very kindly she thought she'd donate it to the foodbank, and she even included some other household cleaning items. She warned me several times how heavy it was, but I'd come prepared with a sturdy back pack. And anyway, I wasn't gong to admit it was heavy, I'm a northern bloke!

It was a pleasure to Ms E to her and thank her for thinking of others. I just then had to whizz back down in the lift and take aforementioned items to a foodbank donation point. Then brave the Westfield throng...