"Microwave oven...hoover...spin dryer...exercise bike...electric heater...printer...massive TV....hoover..."

But sadly no Cuddly Toy. Although if Stuart, Girija and I had remained long enough in Mr A's antique emporium front room, I'm pretty sure we'd have found one or two to add to the conveyor belt. Mr A also had the most impressive collection of DVDs that we'd ever seen, some neatly racked (seemingly every single Columbo episode ever made) and others dotted around on various groaning shelves.

Thankfully we'd been forewarned that some of his rooms would be cluttered and Mr A himself admitted he was a bit of a hoarder, but at times it felt like we were also playing life sized Jenga, as everytime we went to move an item to improve access to remove something else , three other items might just topple over...

Fortunately, and just as the sun was setting, the hooter sounded to indicate the end of the game, the conveyor belt stopped and Mr A bid us farewell from his doorstep, thanking us for our efforts and admitting he wouldn't know what he'd have done without our help.

Didn't we do well...