Shopping for someone for the first time in an unfamiliar supermarket can sometimes take a while - but not in this case, as Mr A provided very detailed instructions about his required items, their quantities and prices. He'd even taken into account info from his neighbours on current special offers and so was particularly keen to stock up on his favourite pizza. Managed to get hold of all his requested items leaving Mr A, who is housebound and cannot shop for himself, very happy.

Last night we were back at Cultivate London, a local horticultural charity, for round two of an unbe-leaf-ably big task. One that has a big impact though! Cultivate have been collecting all the leaves that fall into the playground at a local school and bagging them up so they turn into mulch. They then sell the nutrient rich mulch to local people and the profit goes back into the charity. Neat, right?

They needed a hand getting all the good mulch bagged up - enter GoodGym! So after a warm up where we cheered Eloise for an epic triathlon at the weekend, we set off on our run.

We arrived to find Romina waiting for us with tools and bags, and got to work. Despite it being just leaves, the filled bags turned out to be surprisingly heavy so it was quite the workout. Michelle, Steph, Eloise and Luis formed a great team to lift and squash, taking inspiration from the noble art of grape crushing. Unfortunately they did not produce any wine this time.

After 40 minutes of solid work we had made an enormous dent in the pile - I'd say one more session should do it! We were rewarded with a tree groaning with plums, and spent a happy few minutes enjoying the delicious fruit before heading back for fitness (just as fun?).

The workout last night focused on lower body, core and arms, and all muscle groups got a good challenge. Next week we're back at Chiswick House for another session in the beautiful grounds. Until then, happy GGing!

Running to my mission in Brentford, I spotted a familiar figure running ahead of me across the road. Bright red T-shirt, backpack, purple-ish hair under a white cap. Unmistakably one of the GoodGym Ealing elite. Let's call her "X".

"X" I shouted - five times, volume increasing, before she finally stopped and turned to face me.

It wasn't her. And an unfamiliar logo on the front of the red T-shirt. A smile and a wave before she turned and headed off on her way indicated that the mystery woman was fortunately unperturbed by the mistaken attention. Or perhaps I have my own doppelgänger.

A few minutes down the road, I bumped into a regular GoodGym Ealing beneficiary, a run director from junior parkrun. "Oh, another GoodGymer," she said. "I've just seen X running past". So I was not alone in my confusion.

At the Foodbox, a very satisfying hour clearing away leaves from the grounds outside. Managed to fill 6 bags despite the blustery conditions, making a definite improvement and leaving the place much tidier.