David and I arrived at Mr M's to be met by his wife who explained that all she needed doing was moving a sofa bed from the living room (to create space for her husband's hospital bed) into the spare room next door, which she had worked impressively hard to clear.

Being self appointed "experts" on bed moving, we quickly sized up the challenge, removed the loose cushions, turned the sofa bed on its side, and got as far as the living room door where we discovered it wouldn't quite fit through...so not really experts after all.

Not to be deterred, we removed the cover, foam mattress and blanket, which slimmed the sofa enormously, and we were winning.

With the sofa bed reconstructed in its new location next door, and all cushions replaced, we asked Mr M's wife if she needed anything else shifting, but she seemed happy with our work, and that anything else could be pushed aside as and when the hospital bed arrived.

A welcome return visit to see Chris at the Crisis Warehouse this evening, and as always he had just the job for us - after a quick H&S brief (how heavy is this bag?), it was into the warehouse for our intrepid gang of ten, which included first timers Ieva and Steve, and straight to work, as there were a lot of bags of clothes to be shifted, sorted, counted and repacked in the various cages, so as to make life much easier for both Chris and his delivery drivers when they come to transition the range in the Crisis shops on the high street from Summer to Winter wear.

With a rough plan drawn up (tallest to the front...try and avoid an avalanche of sacks), it was then a chain gang effort to get the mixture of bags from all the different shops across London out of the storage cage, sorted by location (Hackney, Camberwell, Elephant & Castle, Hackney, Streatham, Hackney, Kilburn...did I mention Hackney...), identified either by the colour of the cable tie at the top, or more helpfully where the shop had written the source on the label.

The second half then involved counting the number of bags for each shop, and returning them back into their respective correct cages, stacking Jenga style where required, ensuring labels were visible at all times. After an hour of pretty intense manual labour, and with blackened hands to show for our efforts, the final whistle was blown with all bags in their respective cages and the totals marked and taped above them. Yet again Chris awarded us the honour of "Best volunteers of the day", and after a quick tidy up, we ran back to Freaks and Geeks for some welcome, and well earned, refreshment.

Next week we're at the Emmanuel Church helping Sybil and her fellow volunteers to tidy up the garden, and there might just be some post match refreshments to enjoy too...