For those of you that know me, I’m not much of a hiker nor do I like to be far from my bed beyond 10pm. I’m quite happy to do a 6 or 7 miles stroll in the Peak District before I’m ready to put my feet up, have a cup of tea and a piece of cake. Anything more and I tend to grumble.
Well, despite my love of sleep and fear of long walks, I signed up for a sponsored nigh walk for St Luke’s Hospice (13 miles) – which, being in Sheffield, involved numerous hills. 1000 people signed up, many whom had lost loved ones and benefited from the support and care of the charity. It was a great night and I’m glad to have helped raise money. Today however, I’m nursing an aching body and have ventured no further than the sofa except to make tea and watch some fantastic Rugby (Australia Vs Scotland).
I don’t like asking for money, but if you would like to donate to St. Luke’s, you still can by visiting my Just Giving page.
Having recently been to a music festival, this situation is fresh in my mind. Using a portaloo is one of my biggest fears and one of the reasons I rarely do weekend festivals. The dark, dingy box which is too small to manoeuvre without touching edges that shouldn’t be touched. Too dark to be sure whether the liquid substance you brushed against was ‘water’ – undoubtedly not but I try not to think about it.
They are inevitably lack toilet paper so the person before you who didn’t think about taking in a handful of ’emergency loo roll’ has had to use a paper towel instead (if they have one) and that is now stuck in the bowl. And the smell….oh the smell…
well anyway… it made me draw this picture.