The task was an urgent mission to help Mr R change a lightbulb, however, when I arrived, his wife informed me that someone else had come already and my help was no longer needed. It was a sad and sweaty cycle home. I might not have lit up Mr R’s tonight, but I had a glow.

Regrettably no photos, so have one from the weekend instead - a special weekend, as both Mr R and I celebrated birthdays (I did tell Mr R’s wife to wish him a happy birthday from me, his fellow cancerian).