It's not in French, just so you know... and the title just means "I am a damp volunteer".
Which is true.
I've been volunteering lately... which for someone who is not naturally generous, is a big step.
And for someone who is generally a little bit scared of people (not pathologically), it's a VERY big step.
Well, not so much at Brent Lodge, the local (awesome) animal hospital. They have a fox that likes to sit in a little tree. Which is hilarious beyond compare.
As well as Brent Lodge, I've been a-volunteering at Barnardos (at least three days of actual volunteering, more than that including days going in as a volunteer and filling out the associated paperwork).
I've volunteered once at Age UK. Unlike Barnardos, they had me straight in doing stuff... which has its positives, in that you feel useful straight away, but also has its negatives, in that you're basically "Hi, I'd like to volunteer," and they're "Great, there's the toilet, there's the steamer, there's the till. Have fun!" and you're basically "AAARGH MY BRAIN IS MELTING!"
But with less teenagerish use of the word basically.
I think my feet have developed hypothermia, by the way. On the long (Well... fifteen minutes if you are a normal person, six if you're me) walk from Barnardos to the train station, there was a thunderstorm. Which was awesome.
And the puddles had begun to join up into a meta-puddle.
Which was awesome.
And I was wearing converses.
Which was less awesome.
One train ride, Pasty, asparagus cup-a-soup and flop onto bed later, and my feet are distinctly chilly.
Which is irrelevant. But then so is this entire post.
But never mind, because my brain has fallen out and I've got to fill out an application form for the Co-op AND the (only?) registration form for Age UK before tomorrow...
Nergh. I'm going to play computer games now and panic about that closer to the end of today.
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