A return visit to Miss N, who wanted me to go to a Turkish foodstore on the Edgware Road to get a few "Mediterranean items", before heading on to Lidl - including "Pearl Rice", which (in hindsight foolishly...) I thought would be easy to find.

Upon arriving at the shop, and navigating the narrowest of narrow aisles, I found myself in the dried goods section confronted with the biggest selection of Rice I've ever seen...but not one bag was actually called Pearl, so I had to ring Miss N to check exactly what she wanted.

After a quick conversation with one of the shop assistants, we settled on Declan's Italian midfield cousin - fortunately when I got back to Miss N and produced the rice she was delighted with the selection.

David and I arrived at Mr G's ready for a bit of furniture construction - Mr G showed us a very large cardboard box and explained this was a reclining armchair - the box stated that it weighed 45kg, so we were on the cautious side when it came to lifting it and removing the contents.

In spite of reading the (sparse) instructions on how to attach the base and back together, and peering in all the parts of the base, we couldn't find the important wires that would allow the base to connect to the back section, or to allow connection of the remote control. We explained all this to Mr G, and said he should contact the supplier to explain to them these critical wires were seemingly missing and that the chair wouldn't function properly without them.

Mr G was happy though for us to attach the back and base together, such that he would still have an armchair, albeit one without all the functionality it was meant to have. He then asked if we could also build a desk chair for him, which we were more than happy to do - even though this one had even sparser instructions, and one page completely missing! Fortunately no wires were required on this one just lots of turns of an Allen key, and we soon had it completed.

A return visit to the always chatty Mr J, this time to build an office chair for him so that he can sit comfortably at the table that I'd built for him a fortnight ago. Fortunately the instructions were easy to follow, and the pieces all present and correct, so it was very much chatter while you work. It wasn't long before the chair was complete - and I was allowed to give it a quick test drive to ensure it rose, fell, and reclined as expected.

Mr J then asked if I'd mind hanging the picture of Jeff Beck that I'd framed for him on my last visit, and with tape measure and spirit level in hand, he (Mr Beck, not Mr J...) was successfully added to the Wall of Fame, next to Jimi Hendrix.

A very pleasant sunny morning was the background for Ana and I to move a double mattress and divan base from an upstairs bedroom down two flights of stairs and outside for a local council collection - Mr A's wife was on hand to guide us on what she wanted doing.

After moving a single mattress and bed that were lying on top of the double bed into the next-door room, we got hold of a rather limp mattress (which did have handles though, always a bonus) and managed to navigate that down the stairs and into the garden.

The divan base we discovered folded in two, but wouldn't split apart - although we gave it a good go by cutting through the material, only to frustratingly discover a rather large spring ran down the middle, and we'd still be there tomorrow if we started unwinding it...

Not to be deterred, and reciting the GoodGym mantra that it must've somehow got into the room, we folded the base in two, moved a wardrobe to open the door wider, and shuffled our way down the flights of stairs, taking advantage of the fold in the middle to manoeuvre around a u turn on the landing, and parked it in the garden, propping the still floppy mattress next to it.

Some polythene sheets were provided to cover it in case of rain, and we applied our wrapping skills as best we could to stop it blowing away. Mr A's wife was delighted with our efforts - we were both just glad to have solved all the various parts of today's divan puzzle!