It's fair to say that most Friday's Mr T's communal lift can contain some pretty peaky fragrances...usually, but not always, of the weed induced variety, and you get to inhale quite a bit of this on the ride up to his floor. Clearly someone had decided they'd had enough of these particular scents, and had used (and then kindly left) a can of Old Spice in the lift to give it a "freshen up"...eau de changing room sprang to mind.

Great heavens, can you believe it, it's bulb planting time again already!

On Wednesday evening, we were back at our regular haunt, Cecil Sharp House, for our monthly maintenance session.

Our first task was to start getting some new bulbs in the ground, for a bit of extra colour come Spring time. We had a huge bag of daffodil bulbs to plant in all the beds around the front of the building.

As always, we also gave the place a very through sweep and bagged up many fallen leaves to keep the building looking smart for lots of exciting activity they have coming up this autumn!

Lydia did a wonderful job working with our host, Susannah, to replant two big tubs that had been looking very sorry for themselves since the drought. We left the place sparkling, and full of new life!

I concluded my Wednesday in the office with travel to Bloomsbury for Ms F's weekly shop. I found her a bit distraught about her family matters and upset about inconsiderate co-passengers on a bus. She was still able to look at the bright side of life.

"God is good. Sends me you and Steph, doctors and the taxi." - Ms F.

Regardless of her faith in having God on her side, Ms F didn't take chances when it comes to the fish counter. She had called Waitrose ahead of my visit and asked the staff to put aside a piece of breaded haddock for her to collect later. And indeed, when I enquired about "the haddock for Ms F", the store colleague fished it out from the fridge, complete with "Ms F" label.

I managed to buy everything from the list, apart from the lemon, which were out of stock if purchased loose. Unfortunately, no proverb offers an advice on what to do when life doesn't give you lemons, so I had to make do without them.

It was Mr T's birthday recently and it seems everyone (grandchildren, neighbours, his friendly GoodGym shopper) had given him chocolate as a gift - as Mr T is limited in actually how much chocolate he can consume in any given week (aren't we all?), he has been giving it away to the children of his neighbours, who of course have been delighted by this unexpected generosity!

It's probably not the most original title, but to answer the question; yes, we can dig it!

Five GoodGymers assembled at Cressfield Close On Wednesday to lend a hard in their community garden. Our lovely host, Marie, was back from a trip and very glad of the extra pairs of hands to help her get on top of things.

We split into two teams; one group decanting soil into smaller bags so that it could easily be reused, while the second group went to town with forks and shovels on a very compacted flower bed so that it could be replanted.

There was plenty of cat chat through the evening, with one local resident regularly popping in to check on our progress!

Extra credit tasks included pruning back a hedge, chopping up some branches for the compost bag, and creating a little barrier along the edge of the flower bed with some reused paving slabs.

Marie has very kindly send us some feedback: "It was a huge help, greatly appreciated. And it makes a massive difference to know I and our little community have help."

Well done everyone! We'll be back at Cressfield in three weeks time. If you haven't already, it's time to dig your headtorches out as it's starting to get a bit dark towards the end of tasks!

A Thursday evening mission in many parts, but fortunately the parts all ended up in the right places after a bit of jiggling around through door frames and down stairs.

Ms J had a two seater sofa to be moved for disposal downstairs, and once David and I had switched on our spatial awareness brains (and displaced the two cats for whom this was clearly home, and found a £ coin and one penny hidden in the cushions), we had it out of the front door, down the three flights of stairs and into the outdoor communal bin area.

A couple of dusty lightweight canvas wardrobes and a massage table then followed from upstairs - this time delivery was to a neighbour a few doors down, and conveniently on the same floor, and whilst doing this part we got to enjoy Ms J's psychic powers of deduction as to our respective backgrounds, places of work and leisure activities...the deductions stopped just short of guessing star signs...impressive, if slightly unnerving, stuff.

Thankfully once Ms J had switched off her powers of deduction, we had a chat about what else GoodGym does and how she could arrange future visits to build some flat pack furniture etc. and she thanked us both profusely for our evening of effort.