15 minutes wondering round the garden revealed 1 butterfly. Fewer than I've seen on other occasions, but perhaps started a little late in the day. Sammy (my dog) clearly thought I'd gone crazy, and was much relieved when I stopped staring at the undergrowth and recorded my grand total. A quick and easy thing to do - I've now added the app, so will probably count butterflies again!

Mr G is never more amusing than when he can turn his razor sharp wit against those he deems incompetent. Today he seemed spoilt for choice but the main target of his ire was a decorator who, after Mr G had cleared his kitchen contents into boxes in preparation, had cancelled today's planned visit and was now off for 2 weeks' holiday.

Mr G is always clear that his GoodGym visitors are his most reliable and valued helpers and he was again very grateful for today's shopping. He finally conceded that he had enough tins of beans in the cupboard already, so the basket was a little lighter this week.

As he'd expressed a wish to escape to India, I further curried favour by sneaking in a chicken korma for the first time in a while, to Mr G's amusement.

Arriving at Ms T's flat and hearing her familiar accent, I remembered visiting her once before to collect a prescription for her during the darkest days of Covid.

Today's task was a perfect one for a lone GoodGymer: Ms T wanted the weeds removed from her small courtyard garden so she can enjoy sitting outside in the only outdoor space she can visit at the moment due to her ongoing illness.

The space was compact, the weeds surrendered meekly, and at Ms T's request I administered some weed killer as a final touch to help keep them from returning.

A visible difference to the space after an hour's work and Ms T was delighted with the results.