Missed a week due to illness and Mr C was keen for me to get cracking with the list. It’s all very familiar now as Mr C is a man of habits. List completed, brisk walk down to Aldi and a march through all the aisles. All essentials bought including toilet rolls balanced under my arms as I made my way back to his place.

Mr I and I were more attuned this evening and I had no problem gaining access to his flat - calling ahead and then using the entry button system which meant that he wasn’t trying to answer the phone and the door to me at the same time.

When I returned with his shopping Mr I proudly showed me his big new TV which he was very happy with particularly as he’d managed to hook up his digital recorder too, so he can watch his favourite programmes whenever he wants to 😊📺

We were definitely getting noticed by the community on our litter puck of Redcliffe this half term - someone parking a car offered us hot drinks, laughed saying we made him feel like his Mum tidying up his room and came back to offer us his torch, and then, the piéce de resistance (thats French, Vaguely Northern Darren will know from his French A-level at the all girls school) was a van full of Police turning up complete with blue flashing lights as someone (presumably someone else?) had reported an attempted break-in in-progress at the next-door Nursery School/Children's Centre where we help out. They were laughing, too, as they disembarked the van and could see our bags, litterpickers and headtorches as soon as they arrived.

They were more than happy to join in our end-of-task photos before grtting on their way to a probably-more-challenging evening.

Meanwhile there was much chat about Roddy celebrating his 50th year and it turning out that Jason is, too, being just 9 days older. Celebratory Eau de Roddy is unlikely to catch on, though.

Much chatter and 50th Birthday/school tales/80s TV discussions continued with Caroline, Richard G , Richard B joining Roddy, Darren and Melanie as the speed daters were back at Workout's Club Haus. At least we were there until Richard G declared he'd lost interest at Michael Fish in the rendition of John Kettley is a Weatherman by A Tribe of Toffs - definitely not a description of us, Winchester or not.

More next week?

A surprisingly bountiful morning of bagging brambles, buttercups and bindweed plus transplanting nice grasses and geraniums to the empty spots - we’re never short of places that need clearing!

A cold and wet day after Valentine’s Day and Mrs B needed a little loaf amongst a few other items.

She was pleased with my choice 😊🍞

Having rescued so laurel saplings (plus a mystery tree and a holly) from Ashton Court Free-Rangers o Thursday, it was great to have an opportunity to get them replanted today just 24 hours later. With rain due, it was the perfect opportunity for a quick tidy up before a falafel lunch reward.