It was looking a bit touch and go for our session yesterday, and the day before our regular group run was to happen there was still a worrying lack of sign ups. Would we be able to go ahead? Out went the weekly email with a last minute appeal - and in came a GG hero in the shape of David!

We met during a momentary reprieve from the rain and ran a pacy 3km down to the Abbey Centre. Normally our job there is in the small community garden, but as we had recently brought a big group down, we had been asked this time to give the woodwork a good clean.

The Abbey centre is an amazing community hub near Victoria which offers a range of resources to local people. From hot food to legal advice, language classes to community choirs, it's a real lifeline.

Our task for the evening was to wash down the woodwork - over four floors of it! Undeterred, and armed with cleaning supplies, we hit the floor and began scrubbing. Discussing all things literary, the world of property and how running is the new socialising, we worked hard for almost half an hour. Our knee joints well and truly challenged, we could finally enjoy the fruits of our labour - sparkling (almost) white skirting and doors! Hopefully seeing the building being cared for will make local people know that they are welcome.

Next week there is a great session handing out clothing and blankets to rough sleepers. This is one task that really makes a difference.

We were on schedule and done everything we wanted to complete

Mr&Mrs E's support worker greeted Lydia and I at the door this evening, and led us into Mr N's bedroom to show us the three large IKEA boxes that, if assembled correctly, should produce a sliding door wardrobe. Mr N was very grateful for our help and kept something of an eye on our progress from his bed.

With boxes opened, and all parts laid out in the hallway, we started at step one of the instructions and got building. Fortunately things started to come together quickly and neatly, as we correctly inserted the "white pushy things", "half moon shaped clip thingys" and "ratchety wheely brackety things" into their respective cutouts and holes, and before too long we had the shell upright and manoeuvred into the alcove - it fitted perfectly - and the sliding doors installed and adjusted. Some stoppers and two doorknobs screwed on later and our task was complete for the evening.

Well done to Lydia on completing just her second ever older person mission (having done her first earlier in the day).

Mr N was delighted with our efforts, as was his support worker, and we left them discussing just how much of Mrs E's clothes would now fit into their new storage space...

Mr R told me today that he bumped into (Dame) Kristin Scott Thomas the other day, having discovered she lives three doors down from him.

Any words about his shopping pale into insignificance upon hearing this news.

So this week I learned that I'd failed my most recent dictation exam with Mrs S.

During the list reading for the previous shop, I thought Mrs S had asked for frozen Rosti (for which I was pleased to find in the freezer section at the world's politest supermarket).

It transpired that she'd actually wanted frozen Roti...clearly something very different, and much better suited to accompanying a curry, which had been her plan.

My only saving grace was that this wasn't to be found in the freezer section of the world's politest supermarket, but as we've always been told in exams, always double check the question before starting the answer...

Very good I cleaned the refuse area and cleaned the rubbish