Seven lovely GoodGymers made a wonderful difference at Camden's Greenwood Centre :)

Another weekly shop for Ms F. The strawberries were out of season and breaded haddock out of stock. Cheese soufflés were purchased as a backup meal. In my home country, there's a saying: “When there are no fish, even a crayfish counts as a fish.” I guess nowadays you can extend the crayfish category to cheese soufflés.

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!