Composter Number 1 at Elm Haven community garden contained twigs and branches, as well as earth.

Using a shovel and a fork, we separated the twigs and branches from the earth, wheelbarrowing the twigs and branches into Composter Numbers 5 and 6, and shovelling the remaining mulch into Composter Number 3.

As usual, Phil, who runs the site, was very appreciative of our efforts.

Now that's what you call a radish!

I never imagined I'd ever find a vegetable that was too large for Mrs M's trusty trolley bag, but today broke that record, and after last week's failed attempt to secure the mooli, her local Indian greengrocer came up trumps this time round.

I can't really remember much about the rest of the mission as I think I was still in a daze about not only locating this somewhat exotic vegetable for a delighted Mrs M, but how on (in?) earth something like this is grown...

Would you ever expect to meet a pirate in Russel Square? I didn't. When I climbed the stork's nest (or the 5th floor of a town house if you like), I saw a sailor lady with an anchor-shaped tattoo above her eye. Having a closer look, I realised that anchor was actually an arrow.

"How did it go?" I asked. "I thought you were going to have an eye surgery today!"

The sailor, who turned out to be Ms F, told me a story about yet another of her operations that hadn't happened. This time it was cancelled as wrong lens had been ordered. Poor Ms F! She hadn't been eating for the most of the day in anticipation of the surgery, and now felt a bit dizzy, even after having a sandwich. She needed rest, so I was determined to make the shopping quick.

Ms F concluded she had been eating too many ready meals and now it was time to start cooking more healthy meals from a scratch. No ready-made chicken korma or spinach and ricotta cannelloni on the list this time! The plan for the homecooked meal included mushrooms and organic chicken. The organic chicken must have been popular as it had been already sold out by 6pm. I called Ms F and found out that the free range breast was not enough, so I caught some fresh haddock instead.

At the checkout, I went to the same cashier as durimg my mission last week. I don't know how she does that but she's one of the kindest people I've ever met. A lovely mood for the evening guaranteed!

One week on from our first visit, we spent last night taking care of the special communal space at Kilburn Vale Estate again.

Amidst a long spring evening holding a sharp chilly wind, Jackie, John, and I made our leisurely way through Maida Vale's rush hour streets over to our evening of green-fingered work.

Met by the lovely Zosia, we took 45 minutes to completely weed and prepare a patch that will soon house growing wild flower seeds, and we also pruned the ivy, trunks, and canopies of three overgrown trees.

Spending time with earth can be so therapeutic, and yesterday felt like such a welcome break from the bustle of the city and day.

Thank you, Jackie, John, for joining again to make a real difference in this space :)

Mrs T's referrer, Nurse R, opened the door before we knocked. In the living room, Mrs T was laying on a light brown leather sofa. She didn't look comfortable at all. The lady needed a hospital bed and we came to make room for it. Next to the sofa stood an identical piece of furniture - apart from the fact that no one sane would sit or lay on it. Rows of nails poked through the fabric, and the frame could be described as "wobbly" at best. The couch didn't have one arm. Next to it laid a couple of long bolts with nuts. Someone must have had a stab at it!

"Cool glasses!" exclaimed a tall gentleman, who was standing by the door to the back garden when he saw Sevan. "They look just like mine!"

The man, who we learnt was called Mr P, disappeared in the garden, then returned to tell us there were tools outside. He moved his bike out of the way to make more space for the sofa exit. When he tried to be more helpful, Nurse R assured him we would know how to break the couch into pieces, and led him out of the living room.

From the very start, Sevan was obsessed with tearing the fabric and leather of the couch, which would help us separate the back from the seat. He tried different approaches, including furious stabbing the textile with a screwdriver.

Kash tried a hammer to take the sofa arm. When she realised that loosening the nut with a spanner would be more reasonable, it was too late. After Kash had mangled the frame, the nut was no longer easily accessible. While she had another go with using the hammer as a lever, a little table in the corner tipped, and something decorative dropped on the floor. Mrs T seemed worried seeing Kash's lack of coordination. Kash assured her that nothing had broken but she took out the small table into the garden to make room for using brute force.

Sevan had an idea about separating the loosened sofa's arm - we would fold it until it cracked. And snap! The arm was no longer attached to the couch's body. It hung miserably on a piece of leather. We then tore off the material that connected the back and the seat - Sevan released his inner beast again and stamped on the fabric until it tore. The back was free to go out!

Mr P suddenly made an appearance again and took one side of the sofa's back to take it to the bins with Kash. Sevan carried the pillows that Kash had torn off. The second trip to the refuse area had Sevan and Kash carrying the seat and Mr P the arm of the sofa. The mission was finished in 20 minutes. On the way back, our helper Mr P found a Tesco carrier bag next to a bin with a treasure inside: a toy car for one of his grandchildren! It might have been broken, but certainly not as bad as the battered sofa we left outside! Hopefully, Mrs T will get her hospital bed early next week!

Ms E was happy to change the time from 3pm to 5:30pm and I arrived on time for the mission. Unboxed the printer, set up the printer to the wifi, test prints, showed her how to use it, took notes and practised herself. Then started copying and scanning, then searched for the user manual. ms E was happy and we overran by 10mins. She said she will file another request once she has practised more. I left and the weather just turned cold. A chilly evening but felt good after the mission as usual.