Needed to cover 4 bases this afternoon for Mr T to ensure I got him everything he wanted on his list. It was warm out, so was glad to get it all done reasonably quickly (although Sardines still remain in short supply...) and back to Mr T's to sit by his wind tunnel power fan and catch up on the week's comings and goings.

Mrs B has a full length fly screen for a door that opens inward to stop the little bugs flying in during the summer months. During my last visit we determined that the velcro holding the screen in place had lost its adhesion, so Mrs B had got some new velcro, and I in turn arrived with a tube of glue. Conveniently, the screen had been removed this week to allow the windows to be cleaned, so it was a case of doing the DIY on her living room floor.

The challenge was in re-attaching the screen to the externally facing door surround, as pressure needed to be applied from the outside, and there was no way to access the outside once the screen was in place - so I did my best to apply as much pressure as I could on all the velcro strips from inside through the netting (without damaging it), and hoped that would hold.

I asked Mrs B how the screen had originally been attached, but she couldn't remember - we agreed it looked much better and seemed to be holding fine, but that there was a risk of it coming loose if the wind does pick up...

I had a slight concern as I walked the length of the Edgware Road to get to Tesco's to pick up something for Ms D that, for once, the world's politest supermarket had let me down on, that the chilled/dairy products in her shopping bag might not like being exposed to this morning's bright sunshine...I found myself willing every traffic light to change so I could get across into the shade as quickly as possible.

Fortunately the butter didn't melt in the sunshine as I discovered when Ms D asked me to be put all the chilled items into her fridge - as always she was so very grateful for the help, and is seemingly re-adapting well to her old/new surroundings.

You know you've done a few of these "move furniture downstairs to be collected" type missions when, upon the moment you arrive, you're already identifying a suitable parking space for the items in question...As we ascended the three flights of stairs to Mr G's, we also took note of the inconveniently located internal scaffolding, a bike, and a few tight turns on the narrow staircase.

Fortunately experience won out, and without too much twisting and turning we soon had both of Mr G's armchairs, plus their cushions, safely down the stairs, much to his delight. Our parking space was created by moving the bins closer to each other, and we left quite pleased with our evening's handiwork!