It proved to be a double helping of flat pack furnituring for me this week. After Wednesday evening's effort where Anne and I had built a rather large chest of drawers in a somewhat confined and underlit space for Ms A, I arrived at Miss S's ready for more of the same.

Thankfully Miss S had a bit more floor space to lay everything out onto (and better still she had the radio playing in her kitchen to provide some background entertainment), and I was soon able to get to work on the bookshelf, familarising myself with the basic instructions, handily numbered largely identical looking pieces, two bags of screws, locking cam nuts, and a tiny Allen key.

Methodically following the steps, the two halves of the shelf soon took shape and I soon had the unit cam locked together, and manoeuvred it into the corner of the room where Miss S wanted it - at this point she was so very grateful, and decided that I deserved a tea break (which also involved some delicious cookies...).

After the interval I then turned my attention to a second smaller bookshelf which she described as being "V shaped" - I was curious as to what the end product would look like, and fortunately this one was a bit more straightforward to construct, once I'd worked out the somewhat cryptic instructions, involving a series of T shaped pieces that eventually all interlocked into place.

I left a very happy Miss S to take her books from the hall cupboard where she was storing them and make use of her new found shelving solutions, and in turn I did a quick tidy up, collected the cardboard boxes and the large amount of polystyrene packing, and put it all in her communal bins out on the street.

...all that's left now the sofa is outside is for it to be taken away by the council. It was no easy task for myself and Emma, we finished off some final dismantling then navigated the awkward angles and finally got the segments down the stairs (if only the lift was working!) but it was all worth it knowing the space was now free for the hospital discharge to take place.

We both agreed this morning that familiarity with Ms D's list (and her handwriting) was now proving very helpful as today's list was somewhat light on detail, but it all made perfect sense (at least to the both of us!). Alongside the usuals, Ms D also requested a pair of pizzas ("don't get me any with those sweet toppings...") and, for a change, a chicken pie.

It was quiet in the aisles, and always helpful that Ms D's list is written largely in shelf order, so the basket was filled efficiently with only the occasional u-turn when I forgot to read both columns of the list. One large reusable bagful later I was back at her front door delivering this week's treasure.

Another Tuesday evening picking up surplus food, another massive haul handed out to rough sleepers. What a way to get a buzz, way more effective than gambling with shark infested waters or cold water immersion! Or so I decided, but it was up for debate as we navigated the busy streets of London!

This was our first task for Educating Beyond Borders, an organisation which supports students living with food insecurity.

It all started so well - the three of us met under beautiful blue skies, picked up the delicious looking food from School of Wok. We navigated our way round the buzzing streets of London chatting about everything from work to gigs and everything in between.

However, when we arrived at the designated meeting spot, our contact was nowhere to be seen! After some frantic emails, and asking everybody we could see, we hit our phones to try and find an alternative recipient.

Michelle struck gold when she rang St Mungo's, who said they would gratefully take the food off our hands. So after a short walk round the corner we met with the receptionist who confirmed that the service users at this charity which supports rough sleepers would be delighted with their dinner!

Noodles, curry and dumplings having happily found their final destination, we set off for our respective Friday nights. Kudos to Keith, who not only had already done a mission earlier that day, but finished off the evening by heading to the gym!

Ms D greeted me with an apology this morning - she hadn't been able to get to the bank, so her budget was largely limited to what remained of the change from last week's shop, which after a quick count of the notes and coins, came to £23.50 (plus a few coppers...) presented in a white envelope.

With this in mind, she'd done some pruning of her usual list, and between us we hoped what was in the envelope would be enough.

It's been a while since I've shopped with calculator (i.e. phone) in one hand, and deducted the cost of each item into the basket from the running total to keep an accurate score, but it all worked out in the end thanks to Ms D's budgeting skills, and in fact there was still some change in the envelope when I got back to her front door, which she was amazed about!