Night on the tiles

And so like ghosts of Christmas past, I am once again haunted by using all of my “gold” puns last time I wrote a report from here.

So where do we gold (hey!) from here?

I’ll probably just flesh this one out with lame random jokes. Or puns to do with hauntings.

Anyhow, I write this whilst currently under arrest. The police officer said get in the van. In there I saw a freezer full of choc iced and a machine called Mr Whippy. “Not that van,” he said.

Beginning at Charlton House, five went leafletting for Goodgym Greenwich itself. With some very nice card fliers that did have a slightly eerie image that made it looked like Goodgymers were coming for you, holding pitchforks.

Seriously, it was a great flier. Who wouldn’t want to join Goodgym Greenwich?

We arrived at the Collection where we were met by Khursheed and put up the newly gilded ceiling panels in the room of curiosities. Julian and I were worried we were hogging the stepladders, but others were quite content to remain grounded. Perhaps they saw something we didn’t. Some scary foresight that we would meet a sticky end. As it happened, we just got covered in gild-dust (is that a gold pun? I’m claiming it anyway).

We graduated outside to do some weeding, and some watering too. Shortly before it poured it down that night. It’s the effort that counts though, right?

Don’t forget the open day at the Prince Philip (the collection, not the pub) on July 15th - sign up here! https://www.goodgym.org/v3/sessions/community-day-at-the-prince-philip-maritime-collections-centre