Mr E was extremely grateful when I arrived at his second floor flat with his medicines in hand having collected them on the way over. With part 1 of the mission complete it was then a case of removing some bags of rubbish down to street level and all boxes would be ticked.
I blame the mask he was wearing, but I was certain Mr E warned me that the lift in his building was "highly strung" - which naturally piqued my curiosity as to what sort of temperamental personality an old style slidey door lift could possibly have...
Unfortunately I never found out as it was being used by another resident, and in true GoodGym spirit it made much more sense for me to carry the bags down the stairs. (I shall though be keeping a close eye for future missions so that I can get to enjoy the full spring loaded experience at some later date).
A welcome return visit to help unsuspecting Guardian newspaper article star Mr A and as always he was well prepared - neatly written list, money and two recycling bags in my hands, I was soon making the familiar walk to his local Sainsbury's. Mr A was concerned that we might break the budget, but was also keen to get a copy of today's Guardian.
Amazingly, in spite of the basket being full to overflowing, the shop was just 10p over limit, and when I returned Mr A sounded slightly surprised but very pleased that I'd got him today's newspaper..."Ah" he said, "I was thinking it was Sunday, but of course it's still Saturday isn't it?".
We agreed that the days do seem to merge into one at the moment , and I left him happily to enjoy the sunny weekend "from the other side of the kitchen window" and read his paper.
It was good to catch up once again with the every cheery Mr W on what was proving to be a very warm Saturday afternoon. Thankfully, unlike last week's linguistic challenges, his list this week was short, provided by dictation, and made up of essentials like bread and water, until he threw in the curveball for me to find him an air freshener spray "with a nice smell"...realising that the entrance to his local Sainsbury's would not offer the same experience as entering the sort of west end retail emporium that liberally fills the air with clouds of expensive scents at every opportunity, I assured him I could only try my best on that one...
No flash of inspiration to report on this morning, just that when I arrived at Ms J's front door to pick up her list and shopping bag she was standing in semi-darkness...so a quick removal of a defunct bulb from her ceiling and a brief diversion into the hardware store on the way to the world's politest supermarket to pick up a replacement and upon my return light once again shone brightly above Ms J's head, and all was good in this little corner of Camden.