You win some (mattresses), you lose some (armchairs)

Three Goodgymmers headed up to Stamford Hill on the sunniest Saturday ever recorded to move some furniture so that Mrs M can come from hospital. Mrs M's son welcomed us with lemonade, chat, and his beautiful elderly Staffy (pictured), though she was more interested in sunbathing than socializing. The four of us managed to move the bedframe and mattress, but we were foiled by the reclining armchair: someone who knows what they're doing will have to take it apart before it will fit through the door. We accepted defeat gracefully and went on our way.