A classic end-of-week ritual: shopping for the one and only Mr G, fuelled by browsing Nancy Cunard photos and a lively chat about rule-breaking styles of our teen years.

It was a night of games and puzzles for Ealing and Hounslow GoodGymers. Steph, Sevan, and Kash welcomed Maxime to his first Ealing group run after he walked all the way from Chiswick to Ealing.

The team, lucky to miss the rain, set off for a short run to Walpole Park and entered the green space through the emergency exit (or an emergency entrance?). The four GoodGymers cracked the access codes to the tool store and collected the necessary tools for a task in the Walled Garden.

In the garden, they entered a dark arena of slabs arranged on a woodchip floor like stepping stones. They played hopscotch, hopping across the slabs and collecting woodchip around them. Once that was done, Steph jumped on a compost bin with a shovel and filled several wheelbarrows with the nutritious soil. Sevan dropped the compost loads for Maxime and Kash to level, then embarked on an artistic journey of painting with light.

Meanwhile, Maxime and Kash entered the Thunderdome (a.k.a. fruit cage) that only one man could leave. After fighting with the unsightly cardboard layer by spreading compost on top of it, and being careful not to trample young rhubarb, only one man emerged from the cage: Mad Max(ime).

Before leaving the walled arena, Maxime swept all the slabs clean of compost with a mighty broom. Well done to that relentless Hounslow warrior - we are hoping to see him again soon in Ealing!

A lot of running for Kash and Steph Ducat this Sunday in between missions as they got confused with the different Ms L listed during the week, but ended up doing both Ms L missions in Hounslow. Second run together and a quick lovely lunch, then it was time to step up to the task at Ms L which both have previously visited to fight brambles and ivy. Today we were asked to clear a corner in the garden to allow the bin to be placed for the council to collect it as stuck in the side of the house so not collected. Ladders were climbed, bins were conquered.

We didn’t just take the stairs… we took the ladders. A mission of ups, downs, and throw‑aways — ladders up, bins out. Ivy was cut down and the path was cleared to the corner Ms L wanted for her bin to the sad removal of the small holly that was there(Ms L has loads of holly on the side by the front home door) Today we had a quick show up of her cat, which was no longer limping. Dog in the house was to his usual barking from behind the front door. A bin‑credible teamwork and ladder‑climbing heroics.