I was very proud of my daughter at the weekend (well I always am, but particularly so on Saturday) as, even though it was cold wet and windy she stuck by her plan to raise money for the Macmillan Nurses.
She had conceived her plan, entirely by herself, to gather together some of her possessions she no longer wanted and to set up a shop, outside my wife’s shop, to sell things in order to raise money for charity. She chose Macmillan cancer support because she wanted to help the people who were helping people with cancer.
It was a cold day and I tried to persuade her to wait until another day, especially as she had her school Christmas fair that afternoon. She was adamant she would rather raise as much money as possible rather than take part in the singing she had been practicing.
All the passers by were a bit puzzled as to what she was doing so I encouraged her to explain. It wasn’t long before she, and her friend who had be co-opted in for help, were singing out loud to the all-too-few passers by that they were: ‘Raising money for the Macmillan nurses!’
After a few hours, they hadn’t sold too many of their wares, but they had raised £35.60 and rushed home to have some hot chocolate and write a letter to the Macmillan Cancer Support explaining what they had done.
What was so surprising was that she had ‘borrowed’ some price stickers from my wife’s shop and had priced up all her belongings and had a separate list just in case any of the stickers came off. Neither my wife nor I had any idea she had done this!
I was watching from a discrete distance and wished I had brought something like this Dreamland Heat Pod, as I was freezing! My daughter didn’t seem to notice the cold.
Somebody had posted a mention of what they were doing on a Facebook site called ‘spotted in Buckingham’ and it got over 220 likes. I shouldn’t be surprised as I remember when my daughter was born we had a horoscope done for her and it was suggested that she would be an ideal worker for a charity when she grew up. Looks as though she’s on track!
Proud father 🙂