Ana and I arrived at Mrs M's from different directions this sunny afternoon to move some bags of garden waste, a small sandpit and a surprisingly heavy pool table, which had clearly seen better days. We had as an audience Mrs M's friendly cat, who was clearly keen to get involved in the action too. With everything shifted to where it could be collected, the chimes of the local ice cream van got louder and it conveniently pulled into Mrs M's street - we both resisted the temptation, but we may have spied Mrs M popping out for a welcome cone...