Breaking bark

After our back breaking work and litter picking at two community missions earlier today, Rupesh and I headed off to do a mission in Camden.

Our mission beneficiary this afternoon was the lovely Mrs S. Mrs S has various mobility issues and isn't able to move things as well as she'd like. She'd recently received a large shipment of medicines, and found that it was taking up a lot of room in her hallway. Because she was unable to move it herself, she asked GoodGym to help out. Mrs S also had some sticks in her back garden that needed to be broken up and put into garden waste bins, and so asked if we could do that as well.

We started off by moving the boxes. There were three different types, identifiable only by a differently coloured label on the front of each box. We realised after we'd moved a couple that it would be emminently sensible to stack the boxes so that the colour coded label was visible, and so quickly rearranged the first few we had already stacked before finishing off the job. We're savvy like that. In total, we moved just over 20 boxes from the hallway to various places in Mrs S's house over the course of 10 minutes.

For our second task, we went into the garden, where Rupesh was immediately struck by a large ornamental lion. In fact, he was so enamoured of the lion that he practically demanded that a photo for the run report (to paraphrase: "Ah Liz! A photo next to this would be cool for the run report"). To be honest, I suspect he also wanted this for his Tinder profile, as I understand that photos next to petrified lions are much admired by some. Consequently, I tried to capture his best angle.

Photoshoot done, we started on breaking up bits of twigs, bamboo and anything else vaguely resembling a stick. Rupesh tried out a few different methods of breaking this bark, but finally decided that Paul's patented stick breaking method was still the way forward (Disclaimer: not really patented).

Job done, we started to carry the bags of green waste out of the garden, when Rupesh suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and dropped the bags he was carrying: He had spotted a large stone Sphinx, and had obviously decided that evidence of foreign travel was another valuable photo to have for a Tinder profile. I kindly obliged with a second (technically third) photoshoot, and also agreed to not publish anything in which he looks like he's enjoying himself in case it damages his brand. Photos done, we made our goodbyes to Mrs S before carrying the waste outside.

Great working with you again, Rupesh! 😄