A Tim in the hand is worth two in the.... i'm not sure about this pun.

Tim met Tim outside Mrs Cs house, along with two Occupational Therapists, who to our surprise were also both called Tim (that bits not true), and Mrs Cs Daughter. Inside we found the old bed that needed moving upstairs so we gathered up Mrs Cs belongings from underneath and stored them in bags. We took the headboard off the bed and carried the bits upstairs. We finished by rearranging a few bags and boxes so Mrs C would have enough space for her new bed and gave the floor a quick sweep.