I spent the afternoon helping Mrs J tidy up her back garden, focusing on weeding, trimming overgrown bushes, raking up leaves, and bagging all the garden waste. It was steady, satisfying work—there’s something oddly rewarding about watching a messy space slowly transform with each trimmed branch and cleared patch of weeds. The broom definitely earned its keep, and by the end, the garden looked far more cared for and open.