|Ready for decorating|
|Where shall we start|
Then Rene arrived from collecting the morning's pick up from one of the supermarket delivery franchises.
"Change of plan," he said. "There's a bit of a crisis. The delivery franchise has had a fridge failure and all of this morning's deliveries are coming here. There are about 200 crates. I've brought about 50 on this run!"
No painting for us, then.
|The first haul. There's LOTS more to come|
Rene went off back to the delivery place to pick up the next lot. Freyja sent out an SOS to the Real Junk Food Sheffield volunteers. "Please come and help if you can. Bring cool bags and shopping bags. Please take home anything that you think you can use. "
Johnny and I, then with Freyja made solid progress with sorting out the crates.
More volunteers turned ups. More crates turned up. Passers by stopped to see what we were doing. We were surrounded by meat and fruit and vegetables and milk and cheese and cleaning products and fruit juice and toilet paper and bread and pet food and absolutely all the things that people order in their online supermarket shopping.
|More volunteers have turned up|
|But so have lots more crates|
I went home at about 1:45. My back was beginning to protest and my pulled calf muscle was definitely not happy
|This is how it looked when I left|
Other volunteers, and Freyja, stayed on until the early evening. By 6pm they had shifted everything but this
The pick up from the delivery company on Sunday wasn't anything as humungous as Saturday's. A mere one van full. More than you would be expecting, though. There are usually just a handful of crates to deal with, not van loads!
The cafe still isn't painted, alas.