Less than a mile away from where I live, it was a short run past Queen's Market, and I quickly reached Ms P's home. She heard my knock and passed me the keys from the first floor window. I think I spent more time trying to use those keys to let myself in, than I then spent carrying down the unwanted items that Ms P had already very helpfully moved to the top of the stairs - one bin bag to put into the bin, and two hoovers as well as an old heater to place next to the bin for the council to collect.