On a gloomy November Saturday afternoon, Sevan and Kash were like the Spanish Inquisition - no one expected them. Miss T was their second beneficiary on the day, who was surprised that they showed up at a time when sensible people would wrap in a blanket at home and warm their hands with a cup of tea.

The soggy GoodGymers declared they’d work rain or shine and took off their muddy running shoes to get to the back garden without spoiling Miss T’s clean carpet. Moved by their determination, Miss T offered Kash a pair of dry socks, to which Kash politely said no, as it wouldn’t solve the problem of the drenched trainers. She didn’t decline the offer of black coffee, though.

The task was to weed the garden as much as possible and empty all the plant pots before the day got dark. Sevan, who felt a surge of energy, decided to dig weeds from the beds with a fork. The soil was soft as it started raining when the GoodGymers ran to Wembley from their previous mission in Northolt. It was strangely comforting to be in the rain instead of the wind.

I actually don’t feel miserable now - Sevan

Kash worked on the pots, removing old plants from them. When Miss T emerged from the house to ask whether they needed anything, the GoodGymers asked her whether to keep the soil in the plant pots. According to Miss T, the soil was of poor quality, and there was no point keeping it in the pots. That was the tipping point of the mission, after which both Sevan and Kash started tipping the pots, radically changing the landscape of the garden. It just got dark when the last pot was emptied.

All that was left was to take the garden waste out, rinse muddy hands, enjoy a drink from Miss T, pet her lovely ginger cat, and find the least miserable way back home.