Early, around six, I see those collecting the paper, mostly elderly men, brisk, upright and seemingly well. Later, and sometimes before it is open are those in need making their way to the chemist. Here is a side of life I want no part of. There is no visible illness but decrepitude and frailty, shuffling steps, bent and chronic suffering. Picking up a prescription is a chore and the chemist no fun place. Range Rovers bump up on the curb outside and the Lloyds delivery vans block the road – there is urgency.

The Chemist stocks cans of runner beans and Custard Creams which gives an air of community service. I think that they should do ice-creams like the newsagents. Help turn those frowns upside down.

Maybe walking for the paper is the better medicine. There’s probably a link. Upright walkers don’t stare at their feet—they trust their balance, their brains know the path ahead. So: walk more, practice balance.

And perhaps skip the Custard Creams.