Three of us met on a balmy Tuesday evening to help Mr R move some furniture. A group of GoodGymmers (what is the collective term for a group of GoodGymmers? A deed of GoodGymmers? A gaggle? A galaxy? If anyone knows, I would appreciate knowing, thank you). Anyway, said collective noun of GoodGymmers had attended a mission at the weekend to move some furniture for Mr R down the stairs, and the task for today was to take it outside ready for collection by the council in the morning.

In no time at all, the old bed and headboard, a selection of mattresses, a mirror and a chest of drawers were all transported from inside to outside and neatly lined up outside Mr R’s. Mr R was most grateful for our help, and as it was such a quickly and efficiently completed task, there was time for a little socially distanced door step chat... There was no avoiding the C word, but we all shared our vaccination stories, and Mr R told us that all he wanted to do was to get to the pub and have a pint in ‘Spoons. Don’t we all Mr R! One day, we might meet again, but let’s hope that that day is at the Red Lion and Pineapple!