Not long after I arrived at Mr T's and we'd had our chat about the week, he got up from his chair, went to a shelf under his TV and produced one of those old style reel tape measures (last seen by me at a school athletics day). Only as he went to one end of his living room and gave me the other end to walk to the other wall did I understand he was keen to measure the dimensions of his living room carpet - once he's got some new curtains (work still in progress...), then I think the carpet may be next on his to do list.

Fortunately his food shopping list proved far more straightforward, didn't involve any bending down or shouting out numbers (in both imperial and metric...), and only required a visit to nearby Tesco and Lidl - helpful as it was pouring down outside, and I hadn't come prepared for the rain...and I was soon back (a little damper) with his trolley full of treasure for another week.

I guess it's a good sign that we spent more time having a chat across the kitchen table this morning than discussing the finer details of Mrs S's list - although she was keen to ensure I got a cheaper variant of Radicchio than last week, that cinnamon was good for me, and that the 2 baking potatoes must be of similar size. With routine comes familiarity, especially when she (again) described the porridge oats as the one with the Scotsman on the box...

A return visit to Mr B's after building a bed for him last time, and it was good to catch up with him and his helpful building manager - they both seemed pleased to see me again, (which I took as a good sign...).

The biggest challenge in constructing Mr B's wardrobe this morning was dealing with the heat in his living area, clearly the communal heating hadn't caught up with the fact that it was sunny outside...if only I'd come in t-shirt and shorts.

However, copious mopped brows aside, the wardrobe itself came together easily enough by following the clear instructions, and there was enough space on the floor to lay out all the relevant parts. Much inserting of bolts, dowels, and tightening of those strange Churchill shaped nuts to lock it all together, and it was soon upright with the doors fitted. Three drawers later, it was complete and Mr B seemed genuinely delighted to now have somewhere to put his possessions. I was just glad to find it was about 10 degrees cooler outside...