Charity Begins At Home

The RSPB sicced a very slick professional fundraiser onto me last night and I'm still fuming. I hate it that the charities have turned into corporate Goliaths- with swanky London HQs and highly rewarded CEOs. I can see why they've done it but I very much preferred them when they were Davids.

I was spinning off into a fantasy about how we could make money by turning the farm into a wildlife sanctuary and soliciting charitable donations and it was all coming along very nicely when Ailz shut me down because my mother was taking me seriously and getting agitated.

Worth A Thousand Words

I haven't mentioned Dorothy for a while and that's because- in the main- she's been behaving herself, but she was really nasty to Ailz on the phone tonight.

As I was thinking about the way she'd carried on this image popped into my head.