By my own count, I was a child witch on at least four counts – five when I was a teenager and thought myself hideous.
I’d like to invite my readers to try these tests on themselves or their own children. It may be of interest to try and find someone who isn’t a witch. There can’t be many of us left.
Nothing can compare to actually visiting the projects and seeing what a difference the work of Save the Children makes to the lives of children who have been rescued from child domestic labour and repatriated with their families.
As it’s Sunday today, we haven’t been to visit any programmes and so have had the day to ourselves. We’re catching up on our blogs, sharing anecdotes and photos, sampling local hotspots, and of course, a bit more shopping too.
Busy, busy days. Today, I’ve been discussing funding opportunities for projects in Goma, a city in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo, written to people in London about internal bulletins, magazines, publications, media visits and donor visits, called Kinshasa and Dakar and discussed communications strategies.
I am a very nosy person. What could be a more legitimate excuse for delving into the fascinating life, letters, unpublished novels, houses, bottom drawers, last will and testament… of someone who intrigues you, than writing their biography? Aware of the potentially invasive nature of the role, I once described it as psycho-stalking, and was duly ticked off by a more established writer.
After seven years of researching the life of Save the Children’s founder, my biography of Eglantyne Jebb has finally published. It’s not the same as having a child of course, nothing like, but I do feel like I am losing protective control of this long nurtured thing and sending it off out there on its independent shelf-life
