Three last minute drop-outs meant that I was all alone last night. That's a first.

BUT, GoodGym must go on, so I headed over to Downham Community Centre to see if I could finish weeding the back path by the fire escape all by myself.

When you're on your own working it really brings to light how much even a small group of GoodGymmers get done in half an hour.

At least the weather was nice. Or was it? I felt a raindrop land on my cheek. Looking up at the sky not a single cloud was visible. Strange.

Another drop. What was happening? It was then I realised.

I was crying.

Not wanting to let down the local community I continued to labour, all the while sobbing my little heart out. Ten minutes later I crumbled into a heap of weeds and sadness, screaming, "Why? Why? Why?"

But, I did manage to get all the weeds up. Still trembling with grief I grabbed a bunch of GoodGym flyers, muttering "please, please please", as I travelled door to door delivering them.

Might see you all next week. No pressure though...
Simon