Yes Sir I Shifted Your Mattress.

I ran around Henry's like a frantic thing. Running mainly to avoid the flies. Why doesn't he do something about them. It's horrible working in a buggy environment. I did manage to shoo shoo some of them out of the kitchen via the back door but that meant
my hair being thrashed upwards by the whirling in-coming winds. To keep my spirits afloat I boogied with Whoopie Goldberg whilst gently crunching on half a shaved carrot.
Bugger.

His room was ghastly.
The mattress was hanging off the base, bottles of shampoo and shower gel lay under the telly and the big man's shirt was stuffed between the washing basket and bookcase:(

But I'm home now.

Now another giant fish cake. Then I'll lovingly assemble a sweet cherry pie for the old Cockney dears...

Good God Almighty, Henry has just phoned. Did I manage to do something with his failing, shifting, sinking mattress?

HELP.........!