street fundraisers a hound today .... or a conversation starter and then again ... depending how you look at it ...
They were positioned outside the very charity shop that would take the donated items I had in my stash this particular day. I think they asked if I had a cat or a dog? (I am currently hard of hearing) ... on approaching the shop ... and again attempted the sell on my exit out .... At least I could not hear the spout of dribble today!
It was a bit like being a stranger in my own town, in parts today.
The Wednesday trolley of literature out religiously every week, with the words of faith never bombarding you, just the pleasantries. The big issue. The buskers. The businesses with their gazebo or whatever. The market vendors. The continuous stream of those inside the local superstore, the annual times for ... poppies, daffodils, the self denial appeal etc ... one is more likely to respond positively if so wish ...
Usually I am hounded when the face is strange. And in another town. And my gift is time and recycling what I have, presently.
And the food bank is another source of contention. The BOGOFs for single or unnecessary purchases. I usually have a periodic clear out of what I have surplus of to the local food bank ...
We were recipients of food parcel from a certain charity where a certain superstore offloaded excessive food.
We were in the drift of that cutback in life resources resulting in death ... and so were the needs of others in the food banks that were popping up locally ... post crisis ...
