With my birthday a mere two days away there is still one thing left to do on the list. Even with all the will in the world I find this nigh on near impossible (actually it is impossible) to come up with and execute a plan to raise money for charity.
This is alas not due to a lack of trying. I’ve had meetings with charity personnel and hundreds of half-baked ideas. I even thought as it is the season of frivolity and merriment that going carol singing would be a good idea, no one agreed with me on this one and apparently wondering into town and blasting out ‘Hark the Herald Angels Sing’ on my todd wouldn’t help generate any money for charideeee, rather earn quite a few odd look and exclamations of ‘good God what is that lunatic doing.’
I have tried, often being an uphill struggle to achieve a full house in my quest. Yet as I fall at the last hurdle, I have to come to the conclusion that this mission has been a complete failure. Maybe I should change it to 22 things to do before I'm 22 and I might get somewhere.
Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read my little (OK it's not so little) blog and I'm sorry that I can't give you a more satisfying ending to this adventure. I shall now go and wallow in misery with pizza and birthday cake. As they say, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.
