First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Tracey, who decided to spend her special day volunteering. What a legend! Thank you for bringing cake, and apologies if your ear drums never recover from that rendition of Happy Birthday.

Barbara's list of indoor tasks mostly involved hoovering. The lads channeled their inner-Freddie Mercury's and covered a huge amount of carpet in the time we were there. Unfortunately, just on the last corner, Jim's Dyson initiated a dirty protest and spewed it's dust-container contents back out. Katie came to to the rescue with her trusty dustpan and brush, which had already had a workout on the window ledges. Little Henry Hoover also seemed to have a lot of rage - he screamed his way around the synagogue with a banshee-level of ear-piercingness.

Meanwhile, Tracey tagged me in and finished up the mopping, just in time to head home. Well done team on a good evening's work.