When the Health Lottery first launched last October (I think), I was very against it, as it was giving less money to charitable causes than the usual National Lottery, and this was highlighted quite a lot in the sector press.
Anyway, as my own snub to the Health Lottery and Richard Desmond, I decided to set up standing orders to take part in three hospice lotteries, as this way the actual charity gets much more money – and you still get your gambling fix. I decided to support Havens Hospices, The Children’s Trust and St Francis Hospice.
All together, I pay about £17/month between the three of them.
Two weeks after I started playing, I received a £10 cheque through the post from Havens as one of my numbers had come up. I felt slightly guilty that I probably hadn’t even paid that much to them yet, so I decided not to cash it.
Tonight, I got home and to my absolute shock, I have won more than a grand from Havens!
Yes, I will be cashing it this time.
Anyway all I wanted to say really is that if you’re thinking of doing the lottery, please consider supporting your local hospice, or perhaps one that looked after a relative in their final days – the majority of them tend to run lotteries, and it’s a great source of income for them.
And you might win!
This is going to take place in the Red Room at Ye Olde Rose & Crown pub on Tuesday 11th October from 5pm – 9pm. If you’re in or around Walthamstow and love reading, please do come along and show your support (I will be helping out on the night – whta more incentive do you need?!)
As is often the case (and that I have blogged about before), on Friday there were a LOT of chuggers on the streets of Camden. This time they were from British Red Cross.
I had managed to avoid them at lunchtime, but when it came to home time, they seemed to have bred, and there was NO avoiding them!
I walked past one, and less than 20ft later, there was another one – she was determined to grab me, so I just said “NO THANKS” as always, and walked that little bit faster.
Another 20ft behind her was yet ANOTHER one, which just pissed me off! I took a deep breath and tried to make a dash for it when he looked at me and said “Ooooo, angry bird!”
“How bloody rude!”, I thought. i was quite happy when I left work, not 5 minutes ago – the only thing that’s making me angry is all these bloody chuggers who are likely to make me miss my train! And as for calling me a ‘bird’. Yes, I call women/girls ‘birds’ all the time, but generally not to their faces, and not if I want something out of them – that’s just impolite and bad business practice!
I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when I suddenly remembered my handbag…
I was out taking photos of charity shops around Camden earlier (as you do!) and I (ironically) walked past a couple of Save the Children chuggers.
The first one came up to me and I just said “No thanks” and he went away. all well and good, so I just had to get past the second one.
He stood right in front of me, looking me straight in the eye and smiling. Obviously it helped that he was pretty cute.
Chugger: Can I have a moment of your time?
Me: No, I give to enough charities thanks…and always in my own time!
Chugger: Do you know about Save the Children
Me: I know a LOT about Save the Children thank you
Chugger: How about a hug then? That’s free!
Me: Oh, OK then.
And yes. I did. I hugged the chugger. And it did indeed make me smile, and gave me a little warm feeling without needing to give to charity.
He totally put the ‘hug’ into ‘chugger’.
Before she went off to school, The Girl made another one of those comments that makes me laugh hysterically but unable to show it, and just love her even more.
They have a non-uniform day today, and are paying 50p for the privilege, which will go to DEC for Haiti.
So, she got dressed this morning, and then came into me and said “OK, so, do you think I look OK? I think I was right to put this outfit together – I used my girlie intuition and sense of style.”
Oh how I laughed (on the inside).
And then she definitely proved that she’s my daughter, she said “I had a look in my moneybox, and I don’t have 50p, so I thought I’d give £1 instead, as it IS for the poor earthquake victims isn’t it – and that’s charity.”
I gave her a big kiss on the head and said she looked great, and that she IS great and I love her.