Cheese and things

I am being slow again. Today I find myself sending cheese to Belfast. No, not a weird refugee donation scheme, but even I can see (now) that it is odd. My son has asked me to send cheese via a friend who is visiting him tomorrow in Belfast. But why didn't he just ask for a few quid and buy it himself? He may be a student, but how dim is that? And as the cheese-sender I am even lower down the scale. Hmmph.

Anyway, today I contacted someone I know via facebook to Tell him of my plans; a chap with well over 1000 friends. I stand (well, sit) in awe. I think I've got just over 30 now.

In the Co-op I went intending to talk to the girl at the checkout, but ended up spending far too long sorting out my change and with an ever-increasing-queue of people-in-a-hurry behind me, the moment was lost.

Later I met up with a homoeopath friend and lamented my lack of nerve when it comes to Telling People. She encouraged me by saying that when it comes down to it Preparation is All, so as long as I am prepared All Will Be Well. I explained that one of the things that helps is the wonderful bunch of reactions I get: the tales of friends who have also volunteered, the reminiscences of a beautiful Tanzania, the tips on how to procure donations and the genuine good wishes of so many people.

We went to pay for our tea & cake (you'd really would think I'd had enough by now) with me taking deep breaths and preparing. I told the manager my tale and we discussed fundraising ideas, including the Quiz, whereupon he told me of a very good website for quiz questions (nope, you might look up all the questions so my lips are sealed!)