It is Christian Aid Week.
Every year I drop exhausted from elcectioneering around May 10th. This year it was our by-election and I did, for example, 22,000 steps on Thursday, according to my pedometer.
And then, it’s straight into Christian Aid week. It’s a sort of “hair of the dog” thing. But I love it. It’s light relief to deliver 80 envelopes for charity, after delivering 2,000 hard sell political leaflets.
I do the same street every year for Christian Aid Week. I know the people quite well in some of the houses.
I always give the envelopes out on Friday and collect on Monday, if I can. That way you catch people in their best mood with their most money of the week!
Last night I gave out the envelopes with my trusty hound, Charlie.
A few seconds after I delivered an envelope to a flat, a man emerged. I wondered what he was going to say. He said:
Would you like some rice? We have some nice rice if you would like some.
At first I was confused and thought that he thought that because I was handing out envelopes asking for money for people who are hungry, it meant that I am hungry myself. No, that wasn’t what he thought.
It was immediately clear that he was offering me rice as a simple act of kindness to a stranger.
I said “I’m OK thanks” but thanked him profusely for his offer and bade him a good evening while (unusually for me) raising my hat to him in respect.
What a nice man! I will try to give him a thank you card and a nice photo of Newbury when I go back on Monday.