Tonight I met up with fellow train enthusiast and GoodGymmer, Rupesh, to help Ms N by clearing her front garden. She is unable to do it herself as she has limited mobility. After making our introductions to Ms N, we got stuck into the task.

It being two years since I'd last seen Rupesh, we had plenty to catch up on, and we probably spent slightly longer on Ms N's garden than strictly necessary as we exchanged our most important news: Rupesh told me of his house news, and I told him that I'd recently realised I'd lost my ability to shimmy (shoulder mobility will be prioritised for the foreseeable future).

As we worked and chatted, it was amazing to see exactly what daft junk people had thrown into Ms N's garden. There were plenty of masks, plastic bottles, and lottery tickets. In one instance, we found a potato (although I will admit that I was convinced it was a stone until Rupesh identified it like the biologist that he is).

After an hour or so of clearing up and pulling some weeds, we'd filled two black bags and made our goodbyes to Ms N. Rupesh and I chatted and walked a bit longer until we found a cool enough backdrop for our mission selfie before making our own goodbyes.

Hope to catch you again soon, Rupesh! 🥳