Sunday, 4 December 2016

Diary - Saturday 3rd December 2016

I woke at 6am and felt awful Pauline said it was a hangover, but I knew different. I don't article everything I do and the past week in particular has been relentless. I'm exhausted, so I went back to sleep and woke at eleven.


I eased myself into the day and then went round to see Caterina. She is a most remarkable lady. In her early nineties and totally blind. She lives on her own and copes magnificently, but mainly because of her Penfriend from the RNIB. She had broken the one we bought for her about 5 years ago, so I got another, This is a remarkable piece of equipment and gives Caterina freedom. So I took her a new one.


Next I went to the Burntwood Club for the Blind, over at Chasetown. Jean had organised a soup kitchen to raise fund for the Club and for the Talking News. When I got there she was still selling raffle tickets. As more people came in, so the kitty grew and then Jean made the formal presentation. Six hundred and fifteen pounds and 50 pence. All from a soup kitchen and a raffle for a bird table.

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