Mr J’a list was a bit threadbare and a few phone calls later ended us with quite a full trolley. In the penultimate call about yoghurt he described something else for me to get - I eventually worked out that this was a pestle and mortar. One of the shops on Deptford High Street had a selection and after much discussion about the merits of all the options he plumped for a small stainless steel one. He seemed delighted with it.