The main part of our session, clearing out old charity donation bags from an external cupboard, was postponed after the door (which has been flapping open for two years) was inexplicably wedged shut. Attempts to open it with techniques varying from Brute Force to Delicate Tickles, we gave up, and instead set a record for the most people involved in putting up two poster boards.

Always one for a dalliance with a power tool, I put myself in charge of drilling, whilst David and Laura did the arm work, holding the boards in-situ. Dave probably wasn't the best person to act as a human spirit level due to the ongoing vertigo issues, but he did a sterling job! Fingers crossed the boards are still up in the morning - the screws were a little short!

Sadly, Dave logged his first ever DNS after falling victim to a particularly nasty case of vertigo the day before the Lisbon Half Marathon - absolutely gutted for you, Dave!

Andy had a great run, despite picking up a calf injury a few weeks ago, and our eagle-eyed cheerleader Lou managed to spot GG Birmingham's Rauul whilst we were crossing a road bridge. Both were looking super strong when they passed us - well done!

After Jen took me on a moonlit litter pick date last night, I reciprocated with a sunny stroll today!

We found plenty of cans, wrappers and tissue. And a pair of pants of course!

Apparently we hadnt emptied one of the containers as much as we thought, as we left a bin wee trail along the way!

I bought us a couple of ice cream cones to rekindle the romance

This ambitious task involved getting hundreds of kids off and back onto coaches to help achieve a Guinness World Record for the world's largest reading lesson at Portsmouth Football Club stadium.

We got to use our loudest shouting voices and pointing skills and directed traffic along a very busy Rodney Road, but all for a very good cause: learning to read.

There was a lot of fancy dress, but special shout out to Jen for having the best rainbow heart earrings in the whole group.

Low turn-out transformed this week's Group Run into an impromptu date night. I treated Dave to a Blood Moon-lit stroll through the beautiful streets of Fratton and Landport, picking up litter and being praised by random men smoking some special cigarettes.

Finished up with a bev in the local Wetherspoons - who said romance was dead?