Pleasure to visit Ms A again and take her bin bags down the stairs and outside to the recycling area. She is unable to do this herself at the moment and it makes a big difference to get this job done, clearing out her flat from the accumulated rubbish including delivery packaging. 14 full bags today!

The last Sunday in October at Acton junior parkrun inevitably brought out the Halloween getups, sported by both the little runners and the volunteers. Probably the most impressive was tailwalker Jane’s devilish tail – proof that the range of Acton junior tails for all weather and occasions keeps growing! Three GoodGym volunteers hadn’t got the memo about the spooky fashion for the day, but they still got to enjoy little pumpkin chocolates after the run. Yum!

Alan, Maria and Kash all helped secure the course as marshals. The gusts of wind kept sending everything flying around, just as if the park was haunted by a horde of ghosts, so every pair of hands was needed. The stormy weather was particularly merciless at the roundabout section of the course, where two marshals had to keep chasing three cones with route directions, none of which had been weighted down! Luckily, the young runners knew their parkrun well, and 68 children made it to the finish line without being blown away by the wind.

I arrived today to find Mr G finally getting round to an extensive clearout of his wardrobe. Not a straightforward task though, as he was having the inevitable angst about what to keep, what to send to charity shops and what (amongst several very stylish items) to try to sell online. All that whilst being distracted by important questions such as how to reimagine coat hanger design.

The shop was lighter than usual as despite recent Government advice, we decided that Mr G already had enough tins of beans and potatoes to last quite a while. In a sign of the changing of seasons, the bags of sprouts in the supermarket had got bigger.

Arriving back at his flat, I confessed that I’d had to buy an alternative chicken product to his usual. “You’re like a Golden Retriever trying to please me”, laughed Mr G - “don’t worry, I’ll eat whatever you fetch me!”