Oliver and I convened on a very humid Friday to help out Mr J. Having narrowly avoided getting involved in a game of bingo while we waited for the housing officer, we were shown to Mr J's garden.

The garden had got a bit out of hand and Mr J was struggling to get out the back door and get around. Tackling some thick roots, prickly brambles, sweeping and tidying we cleared the outside of the garden so Mr J could get around more easily.