Mr T's sister has returned from The Netherlands to look after him on his return from hospital and let us in and showed us what to do. We quickly moved the old bed and mattress into the garage, after rustling up a screwdriver to disassemble it and solving the logic puzzle of getting it out the narrow door and down the corridor (easier than a Rubik's cube apparently). After refusing the wodge of cash she tried to give us for our efforts, we set off home. I strolled the less than 500m back to my house while insisting an out of practice Aidan ran all the way home (or at least out of sight of me!).