Shovelling Until We Went Blew In The Face

5.5 Goodgymmers took an intimate stroll to the Haringey Learning Partnership for an evening of mulching that nearly blew one Googymmer's mind, literally straight out of his head. 

Flipping Good News Corner

At a time when the UK seems to be riding a reality rollercoaster of eschatological/scatological proportions (delete as appropriate depending on your beliefs), let us rejoice in the news that our very own Carolina, who reached the 10 good deeds milestone tonight with a smile, is now Goodgymming for two! A GGHaringey baby is on the way and that is frankly the best of news. We celebrated tonight the only way we know, by handing her a spade and asking her to shovel some mulch. Standard. We're all very happy for you, Carolina, and in case you're in the market for ideas, let me say that we all think naming bubs Baby Gramps sounds like the kind of news the UK could do with right now #JustSayin

A Leaf Blow Job Of Trascendental Proportions

On a rather chilly night, 5.5 goodgymmers battled with the desire to stay snug on the sofa and instead met Luke who needed a hand at the Haringey Learning Partnership.

Earlier in the day, the HLP had received a donation of a mound of freshly mulched wood chips for their flowerbeds. The mound was an impressive size and had been deposited in the car park. It now needed a group of avid volunteers to bag it up and move it into the HLP's compost area for processing and our Goodgymmers were just the team to do it.

Our five Goodgymmers worked indefatigably and were the picture of a well drilled and undistracted machine... That is, until Hubert arrived at the scene.

Hubert, oh, Hubert. What can you say about Hubert that could make him justice? With a strong power head and a large and firm blower tube (yes, I looked up the names of the parts) to many he would be just a leaf blower but for a brief breath of time in this lukewarm speck on the corner of the cosmos, he was the belle of the ball. Gramps made an initial approach for their affections, but it was Julie who communed deeply with Hubert. For a fleeting moment, Julie and Hubert choreographed a dance of fallen leaves that swirled and twirled around Sam, Carolina (and Baby Gramps tbc), Charlie, Luke and Gramps with the precision of a cosmic ballet. Before too long, this beautiful and transcendental experience led inevitably to the moment when Gramps demanded that Julie aimed Hubert's blower tube straight at his face - nearly blowing his head off. We'll miss you Hubert.

Anyway, I'm glad that didn't get weird.

With Hubert's help, we wrapped up the evening with a Nurjehan Special (we finished just before 8pm) and we all went our own ways, savouring our brief dalliance with the sublime.

You really should join us next week!