The mission was to move Mrs J's old hospital bed, which was too high, into the garden to make room for a lower one to be delivered.

Michael and Kenny got to work with the heavy lifting while Mrs J and I supervised. I wasn't supervising closely enough, however, when the bed took on a mind of its own and sprang open, landing directly on Michael's foot.

Michael assured us that it was probably only a little bit broken and, a quick selfie later, we went on our way