Childhood is: Long afternoons on the beach. Icecream dropping down your fingers. Damming a stream, paddling on the moors. Weeks in tents, books at bedtime. Endless games, never ending dreams. Tears over popped balloons, friendships broken and just as quickly mended. Childhood … [Read more...] about Childhood, captured or lost.
Monday last week was a tough day, our second full day at Kentwell Hall. I got up in the morning when tigerboy woke me around six I think, and had pottered about getting organised. (I say pottered. It's more of a routemarch to the toilet than a potter, given it's a good two minutes walk up a hill. … [Read more...] about Just a basket.
When times are easy, it's easy to be generous. If you've got a lot, it's not hard to give a little, and there aren't so many ppl wanting stuff anyway. But times aren't easy just now. They are hard. Lots of ppl are struggling, both here and abroad. And it's how we respond to them now that says … [Read more...] about Measuring humanity.
I've been reading the #ShareNiger stream and blogposts, and it's getting me down. So many ppl with so little, and we have so much. I went shopping today, filled my trolley for £67 with food that we'll devour over the next week or so. We don't eat particularly extravagantly, tonight was our … [Read more...] about I'm struggling for words today.
I'm following the story on twitter. Sponsoring a child in Niger. Quite frankly I'm pestering ppl in an attempt to spread the word - tonight I sent it to two of the ppl who run #SMGirlfriends on twitter, which has massive reach. I've talked about it offline too. Told the Scout leader last night. … [Read more...] about I'm worried #ShareNiger won't be enough.