Joaquin and I clambered up four flights of stairs on a sunny day in West London to see Mr M.

His clothes were hanging on a cardboard box in the corner of his living room; we were there to put a clothes rail up for him.

Turns out both Joaquin and I love a bit of furniture building so it was done in no time. On the way down we carried some of Mr M's rubbish out to the local collection point as an added service to clear the room.

Job well done.