Nothing really mattress, anyone can see

Braving the cold, the dark, and the labyrinthine blocks of Lambeth flats, Liz and Sophie managed to find Mr E's flat (which luckily was not a mystery). After a brief attempt to befriend the beautiful white cat, we managed to wrangle the mattress downstairs and Mr E's sons followed with the rest of the bed. We left it outside for the council to collect and headed back out into the cold!