Today's task was to move a bed downstairs, as Mrs. P., currently hospitalised, fell out of hers and someone thought it would be good to have one on the lower floor. However it was decided that the bed better stays where it is, so when we turned up (hands cleaned, masks on), there was unfortunately nothing to do. Not overly set back by this bump in the road, we got cracking and moved the imaginary bed while standing on the street corner and catching up on any recent changes in our lives (hint: involves a worldwide epidemic).