Tag: ShareNiger
Childhood, captured or lost.
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 should not be: Hunger. Hard work. Loss of siblings or parents. War. Violence.…
Just a basket.
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…
Measuring humanity.
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…
I'm struggling for words today.
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 splash out takeaway…
I'm worried #ShareNiger won't be enough.
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. And…
Let's talk about drought.
There’s been a huge amount of talk in our media recently about drought and hosepipe bans and so on. And it’s true that it’s been very dry, particularly in East Anglia over the last couple of years. (Not in the last couple of months however, but that’s just typical really.) Reservoirs are depleted, and although…
Cybher: I wish
I wish we didn’t need to discuss the word feminism and whether we need to reclaim it. I wish I’d managed to get my hands on some of those cupcakes. I wish I could work out who I met and who I didn’t meet. And remember names. Ppl seem to like it when you remember…