The entire mission, for that's what it was, took less than five minutes. Not including preparatory time. I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again so I wouldn't forget, "Sugar Puffs, milk and bread. Sugar Puffs, milk and bread."
This was my first solo sortie in, what I estimate to be, at least seven months. Less than five minutes, door-to-door, and yet I shall be replaying those steps until I get to sleep, I should imagine. Probably dream about it too. I'll wake in a cold sweat from being chased down by the honey monster pelting me with loves of bread as the last milk float leaves town. Or something.
A ridiculous state of affairs to be in, I know, but at least I did it.