Dare you to move...the TV (I'm punned out)

Good Afternoon Goodgymmers! This afternoon, Jacqueline and I went over to the lovely Mr T's to help him move his very fancy TV which was precariously balanced on two shelving units.

We arrived at Mr. T's place, and I immediately noticed his transatlantic accent, which is just as weird as my transatlantic accent. Capitalise on this Mr T! I was asked to record the outgoing message for a company that had offices in London and New York. To this day you can here my dulcet tones on their answering machine.

Mr T gave us a quick set of instructions of what to do, which included moving his television without unplugging anything. We got to work quickly and had Mr T's TV, on to a more stable platform in minutes. We then move the unstable shelves out the way, and Mr T took this opportunity to give behind the TV a quick dust. We moved everything back into the place that Mr T wanted it, and we tested that the TV worked as expected.

And within about 6 minutes we were done. We checked and triple checked with Mr T as to whether or not he wanted us to do anything else. He said no, and called us angels and off we went to the sunshine! Jacqueline went back to work, and I went to Waitrose, where I saw David Rickett from this year's masterchef in front of me. I refrained from showing him my Greg Wallace impersonation, which is basically the noise that someone would make when they eating something amazing whilst having an appendicitis attack.

And that was all for today! Stay safe goodgymmers!