Doing my bit for charity.

(No I'm not adopting a little child from a 3rd world country cos I'm no Angelina Jolie or Madonna or Bruno)

There's this charity that often drops leaflets through the front door. As per them, you can put like your old blankets, clothes, shoes, cooking instruments, toiletries, but sorry no bric a brac, books or plastic toys please- in a bag on the road and they come and collect it and they ship them to 3rd world countries... Apparently, this creates jobs for the people who collect them, sort them out and give jobs to shipping companies. I try and fork out my old clothing whenever I can but some people are not very helpful. The Husband (note; from now on Kevin will be called the husband- it sounds more author like, like professional like.) Yeah The Husband had an old pair of shoes I was planning to give to them, but he got sick and tired of seeing his old shoes in a shoe box in one corner of the room that he dumped them... Instead of givin' in to charity. God sees everything... Maybe he was just jealous that someone else'd be wearin' his shoes...

Now, your question is, why on Earth is this silly cow talkin' about charity? Well Sunflowers, it's just to show that I'm not a selfish eejit and that I donate all my used stuff to poor people. Mmmkay?

Now my question is why "sorry no bric a brac, books or plastic toys please"? Well, simply because they live in mud huts so they can't decorate hence, no use for bric a brac. And they can't read, so books are useless. And cos they too busy playin' with plasctic toys so they don't go to school and hence don't know how to read, so "rich" people, keep your fucking plastic toys to yerselfs

On an ending note, The Sister has brought me my fave stuff from Mauritius (baget fromaz, tamarin, mine appollo, gato lacire, HELLO PANDA!!!!!)

And I still haven't opened my Hello Panda as yet cos I don't wanna finish it...

Hey gorgeous!