Sam and I were called in to help Mr G access his bed again. There was a sofa, covered in books, blocking his carers from using the hoist properly.

Mr G had a vast array of books, on a lot of different subjects. What jumped out were a lot of books on witchcraft, and a lot on chemistry and pharmacology. These didn't immediately connect, but on chatting to Mr G about his interests, he gave a convincing argument as to how witchcraft and superstition was all connected to the chemistry in our bodies.

After a quick manoeuvre of the sofa, an interesting chat and a stroke of the cat, Sam and I headed off with Mr G's thanks.