Good Afternoon Goodgymmers! In an event as rare as getting some good news in 2020, Shel and I both amnesia and collectively forgot about this morning's mission. Once we both realised we were late, we put in frantic phone calls to the Red Cross Volunteer C, who was waiting for us at the site. He calmy said, he was free for a few hours and not to panic and rush over. Shel and I, instantly knew we would love this man, and once we met him, we realised we were correct.

C let us into the apartment and had already began to dismantle the bed. He had Covid back in march, and currently spends his time as both St Johns, and Red Cross Volunteer. He was an impressive guy, and really should have been wearing his underwear over his trousers (Just like superman, if people don't get the reference!).

Shel and I quickly made light work of taking the hospital dismantled bed down to the communal garbage area. On our second trip down, we were accused of fly tipping by a neighbour, so we had to bring down A - the muscle. She assured us that all the appropriate arrangements had been made, so we did not have to worry. However, we brought her down anyway, so as to reassure any neighbours that we were goodgym and not badgym!

And within 30 minutes we were done. Shel and I walked back home together, and parted ways till next week, when the dream team (or nightmare when we both forget) will probably get back together for another mission!