Fresh from our community mission at Clitterhouse farm this morning, Abi and I headed to our home borough of Camden to crack on with a gardening mission! (Potentially via a pub lunch. I'll say nothing further, but simply post the picture of Abi falling over pre-pub, and say that the discussion of Peep Show that we had there is the main inspiration for this report title 😂)

Our task this afternoon was to help trim back some trees/plants for the lovely Ms L. Ms L keeps a variety of plants out on her balcony, but has found that she's less able to attend to their upkeep than she used to. Abi and I were to help with this, using tools that Ms L had borrowed from a neighbour, our height, and Abi's swanky secateurs (a Christmas present from her dad that she was so pleased with that she insisted that I flexed them myself to feel the quality. Very fancy).

And so we set to it! I put my YouTube knowledge about pruning to good use to backseat drive Abi through a few chops of a cherry blossom tree, and I put my GoodGym mission experience to good use by feeling no guilt in exactly how much of the other plants that we pruned/hacked. To be honest, all of that hacking was a little addictive... (Abi had to hold me back on occasion 😅). Abi also had fun by occasionally throwing a couple of superfluous snips into the air with her swanky secateurs, thus earning herself the new cognomen of Abigail Secateurhands ✂️ Although I don't think that I acquired a new nickname myself, I did learn that my phone has recently characterised me as a Cardiff or Wolves supporter because it decided to update me on the score of their match throughout the mission 🤷 Good craic, Google. Good craic.

Trimming done, we made our goodbyes to Ms L before heading off in our separate directions. Great working with you again, Abi. Please send me any more photos of you falling over, because I feel like this is a new genre of photo that I would enjoy! 😄