On a crisp Sunday at noon, Sam and I made our way to Mr C's to help him rearrange his living room into a version that works better for him.

He greeted us, a bit tired from a very early wakeup for the boxing, and showed us what he wanted - a sofa, and his TV (and cabinet) were to switch places. Sam and I got cracking, taking care to plug everything in safely and as it had been before (we're not monsters who'd change a free view box from HDMI 1 to HDMI 3 - shudder) and get the sofa in the right spot, and before long we were done.

After a lovely chat, we all headed off. Huzzah!