When I turned up in time, the most of the mission had been done. This was because the daughter of Mrs B had spent almost the whole afternoon to declatter her mother's bedroom. No miscommunication or such. It'd rather that the plan for GG's involvement seemed to give some opportunity (agreement, permission or persuasion, whatever it's called...) for cleaning up in the family. I helped the very last bit of declattering, moving several plastic sacks from the bedroom to the living room. I suggested to make a cup of tea for her daughter --- a star of the day --- but she kindly declined the offer. The mission completed a way earlier than expected. As a return, I chose the longer route to get back...