I wasn't quite sure what to expect in terms of the scope of today's mission - "Moving boxes for Ms L" had the potential to cover a lot of bases...but it turned out largely as described, and the ever chatty Ms L was pleased to see me again, which was an added bonus.

She just needed about a dozen cardboard boxes moved out of a cupboard and into the living room so that she could sort through them all and decide what to keep and what to get rid of - so following the maxim of "Lift with your knees", this particular task was soon complete - I don't doubt there will be a follow on mission to return some boxes back to the cupboard in due course!

Somehow our post shop conversation took us all the way from the Breeders Cup in LA to Mozart in Vienna, and with quite a few interim stops on the way, including back pain, economy class seats and the miracle of how the human body can heal itself. If Mr T were ever to go on Mastermind he's got a ready made set of specialist topics tucked away in that little grey matter of his...and he'd ace the general knowledge round too!

A real mix on the list for Ms D this morning, and she was (unnecessarily) concerned about whether I could read her writing this week (familiarity is quite helpful in this regard...). After a diversion to Boots to pick up some magic hair potion, the aisles of Waitrose once more didn't let me down for the rest of the list, even with the stergene and long emery boards she was after.

Mr B was expecting me when I rang his flat number this morning, as was the building manager, who then kindly accompanied me up to Mr B's flat where we discovered he'd placed one of the two parts of the divan on top of a suitcase - something to surely rival the Princess of pea fame...

We got to work clearing out the old broken bed frame that had been pushed to one side, along with a very tired(!) looking single mattress, and then unpacked the divan base and got the wheels and legs fitted, and the two halves joined together.

With a space now cleared (and the floor a lot cleaner), it was just a case of moving the divan into the space and putting the mattress on top - "a proper bed" declared a clearly pleased Mr B, who has apparently been sleeping on the single mattress for over a year. One final request to change the lightbulb above his bed to give him some light, and the mission was complete.