Is that I'm coming down with it.
I'm not talking Ferraris and minor royalty here: it's just that I seem to be drowning in discarded video game cases, odd socks, and semi read paperbacks that just haven't managed to get a grip.
I suppose I could have a spring clean. Then again, I wouldn't be content without the detrius of my life spilling about my person. A clean white prison of well ordered normalcy doesn't appeal somehow. Maybe I could donate a few dog eared books and inadvisable trouser purchases to one of the legion of charity shops. I'm sure the £3 raised would cure some afflicted infant somewhere.
I've decided on my New Year resolution. I shall collect all the small change that I usually lose down the back of the sofa and contribute it to a charity of any poor deluded readers choice. Come to that, I'll contribute some trousers.
I'm sure it'll be easier than giving up smoking.
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2 comments:
Inadvisable trouser purchases, eh? Just what sort of trousers are you purchasing, anyway? Tartan?
charity? how about the sally ann, that's where I donate to, or you could do the heart and stroke or diabetes foundations.
The salvation army is my first choice though, because they not ONLY help the sick/dying, they help those in need at this horrible time of year especially.
I too need to get rid of paperbacks...holy crow...I had no idea I read so mcuh.
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