Even before I'd got to sit down, Mr T asked me if I knew the meaning of the word Anthology - clearly it had puzzled him in this week's crossword - I did, and explained the answer, and then realised it was also a good word to describe our usual Friday afternoon chats...

A "routine" shop for Mrs S this morning - a quick run down the list with nothing too obscure to go hunting for at the world's politest supermarket. She needed a new role of kitchen foil, which involved a bit of miming to ensure I got the right size, and a replacement bottle of olive oil, for which it was just easier to take a picture...

Our (now regular) return to the Crisis Warehouse this evening to find out what Chris had in store for us - and as always he had a long to do list, and a seven strong group of willing volunteers keen to get their hands dirty, and as it turned out their shoulder, arms, hands and knees, always bend with the knees..., a pretty good workout.

Before we got there though, it was a warm welcome to first time GoodGymmer Charlie, and a hello again/welcome back to Rebecca - both of whom joined Graham, Hilary, Paul and Nick on the run from Freaks and Geeks to the warehouse, where we then met up with Irina.

After a quick briefing and intro from Chris, it was down to work, which tonight involved a lot of moving of cages full of sacks that had been delivered from the various Crisis Retails shops around London, and which contained clothing items that the shops had deemed no longer "sellable" on the rails due to the change from summer to winter, or that had simply not proved attractive to the buying public.

With Hilary and Charlie on lift duty, the rest of us were tasked with collecting the cages on the upper floor and parking them by the lift - at which point we headed downstairs to do the unloading and sorting into summer/winter cull, shop specific summer/winter keep, and various miscellaneous other bags which required a whole new categorisation and parking area.

Fair to say this kept us all very busy, doubly so when Chris opened the loading bay door to reveal a van full of more bags that Irina quickly got round to emptying into yet more cages, and which the rest of us then sorted into the relevant piles. Once this was done it was then a case of loading the now sorted bags into cages, parking them by the lift and getting them back to the upper floor where Graham and Rebecca were in charge of parking.

With darkness descending, and the clock ticking way beyond 8pm, Chris produced (from somewhere) one final large wooden pallet full of bags, which we quickly got sorted and caged...and we called it an evening.

As always Chris was extremely grateful for our collective efforts, as he outlined his master plan to us for the most efficient way to manage the storage and distribution of all the bags - we'll be back in a month's time (27th October) to further progress his vision...

A welfare check for Mrs A presented a good opportunity for a lunchtime run along largely familiar roads (so no risk of getting lost then...) to Upper Clapton. The run itself in the sunshine was pleasant, the odd loud shouty pedestrian aside, but unfortunately, after a couple of loud knocks at the front door, it appeared Mrs A wasn't in.