In the midst of such terrible atrocities, my Uzbek and Kyrgyz colleagues have showed an amazing strength and resilience. They have been working together to help as many children and families as possible.
The G8 summit has now drawn to a close and the Deerhurst resort in Muskoka will be getting back to normal. The world leaders flew back to Toronto by helicopter with Obama and Cameron flying together to start their bilateral meeting. Apparently Cameron and Merkel will be watching the England v Germany World Cup match together tomorrow and the press are invited can’t imagine he’ll look anything other than awkward!
Having returned from la belle France yesterday, I thought I’d give T the imposition of volunteering this morning with no notice. On the upside there was a gentle trickle of punters which pushed our takings into three figures in just a few hours.
I couldn’t make it into Save the Children today as I was doing a street collection for the other charity in my life.
I’d like to point out right now that I love each equally.
First of all a massive well done to everyone involved in this project. It says a great deal about the amibition of this organisation that it was so successful in this venture.
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 What could be a more legitimate excuse for delving into the fascinating life, letters, unpublished novels, houses, bottom drawers, last will and testament… of someone who intrigues you, than writing their biography?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.
This blog series is about my experiences volunteering at the Save the Children shop in Nottingham. To learn more about the characters that are mentioned in this blog please refer to earlier editions and in particular “How I started to Save the Children”.
The more and more I consider the customers, the volunteers and the experiences I’ve had at Save the Children, the more I think I’m lucky I haven’t been asked to pay to be there.
Is that someone in the retail department I hear shouting “just sign here and it can all be arranged”.
Because our political buddies in the Palaces of Westminster have acted as if representing us is an inconvenience for which they should be subsidised.
And any representative walks on a tightrope when they disrespect those who put them in power.
Volunteering at Save Children is a pleasure not an inconvenience.
It is an honour to represent this organisation.
And if I ever really do let the shop down, I shall do what a few more ladies and gents in the Westminster could have tried this week.
Apologise, step down from the till and let someone else take the honour.
So alas T found nothing on his metal collecting trip to dear old Skeggie but the sharp whistle of a Siberian breeze, enough bottle tops to keep a Diageo production line busy for a few years and ultimately the call back to the bright lights and bargains of no. 25-29 Derby Road, Nottingham.
Or so my mobile phone predictive text describes his Bank Holiday excursion to Skegness this weekend.
This would appear to represent yet another blow for notorious terrorist group the BNP (the British Nettle Party) who for months were a thorn in the authorities side, till their entire operation was taken down in a series of well co-ordinated stings.
