I headed to the gym to do my second good deed of the day and saw an idiot driver in front, oh wait was just Andy. Mohammed arrived on his bike, still nursing a leg injury. Somehow it was the hottest part of the day but we set off. As you may expect, Andy did most of the talking on route. He's thinking of getting implants, which did surprise me when it wasn't his hair he was talking about.

Mohammed said how far it was to the task and he was right! But we made it in one piece to see Sallyann, Fay, and Leanne huddled up outside the men's toilets like it was a Duran Duran concert. It all made more sense when the task was painting the gents.

We got to work, Fay lambasting Justin Timberlake the whole time, only stopping to heckle my rendition of S club 7. She did dance later to Cotton Eyed Joe though, sorry for not getting a video. We chatted a fair bit about the heat, partly the last few days (Sallyann was fine as she has a pool at home) and it was roasting in the toilet.

After clean up and the all important photo opportunity we headed back, we left the walkers in our dust until they caught us up at the first traffic lights. Leanne took the absolute piss by living about 2 minutes from the task while I had to wheeze on. On the way back we saw someone who was doing yoga earlier who thanked us for painting the centre!

Another good task and see you all next week!

Turns out, only I wanted to!

Anyway, we had a longer run tonight ahead of us to Beaulieu and were so raring to go I even forgot to take a pic. Did an action shot and happy with how clear it is!

Leah was very confident she knew the route there (ish), and led us right to where we wanted to be - a playground! Richard climbed into the tunnel after deciding he wouldn't get stuck, Mohammed clambered on top, and Steve surfed his way to glory.

We then crossed to the new pavement they'd built since last time we were there and met the rest of the gang. While it was supposed to be a painting task, it had switched to cleaning walls and windows after a paint snaffoo.

Leanne began to shamelessly brag about how she is one of a hundred people who is going to be swimming the marathon equivalent in September this year (everyone who knows her knows how much she loves to brag). Fay rudely asked me what was up with my face. Sallyann has sadly put her back out so had to do photos and joyfully pose with Charles with me. We finished up after Martin opined that he had deja vu in cleaning walls, right down to being asked to do the high stuff.

As we were leaving, it happened. Andy Holmes. Voted greatest DJ of all time (or something like that). Congrats! Sadly he turned away when I pretended to drop the trophy.

We headed back to get out of the car park before road closures and went on our merry way. Next week is painting at Meadow View!