There was a late change of plan for the GoodGym Hounslow gang tonight. Not only were we Ana-less, as she was off celebrating her birthday (the cheek of it), but our task at Chiswick House had been cancelled. Fortunately, Romina from Cultivate London had a GoodGym shaped task lined up at Acton Junior School…

… And the task turned up to be a load of cr#p!

Quite literally - Romina had a fresh delivery of horse manure delivered from our friends at the Ealing Riding School, and our job for the evening was to shovel the sh#t from the middle of the playground where it had been dumped, into sacks to be moved and used in the local community gardens.

‘Man-ure going a good job’

Armed with shovels, forks, buckets and sacks, we got stuck into that pile of poop, showed that team work can make the dream work, even if the task is a bit sh#tty! We manure-vered the mound, we dung deep and we cleared the school’s stools.

When Poo become One

*I need some gloves like I’ve never needed gloves before… * and probably a good shower when I get home. We somehow did a crap-solutely great job of moving all the poop from its pile into neat sacks of sh#t instead. Even with all the horsing around going on, Romina was amazed that we had finished the task. Number two? We were definitely her number ones here!

After a round of high fives and a ‘stank poo thank you’ later, Chris led the runners back to the pub for a well deserved hand wash, and some brownies courtesy of Will.

Poo-tiful work tonight Gang, well dung all of you, and a Happy-not-crappy birthday to our lovely Ana!

This report was written for you by Poo-cy Hill.

Four goodgymers joined community members for a litterpick around Baron's Pond on an extra special sunny saturday morning.

We'd had a busy morning; Beth, Chris and Tish had taken part in parkrun, while I gave out finish tokens. This was Beth's 200th parkrun event which called for celebration and sweet treats.

A leisurely wander around the pond collecting discarded wrappers, bottles and cans ensued. With pistachio chocolates and cookies to fuel us we had soon filled several bags. Not to be deterred by the farthest to reach rubbish, armed with the longest litterpicker [8ft XXL and at least twice the size of Beth and me], Chris made light work of the job. So long litter!