Charity. They say it begins at home, it seems like it ends at home as well. I was shocked to see how difficult it was for me Dad to give stuff away today. The sullen teenager with the electrical thing glued to her hand, what's her name, I don't know she never talks to me. Mind you she never talks to anyone. Apart from the little fella, although I'm not sure that's officially you'd call talking. Colourful shouting more like. Anyway she's getting her room done up, new bed, redecoration, the lot. What she has done exactly to warrant such lavishness is however beyond me. I think she stopped swearing for a few hours last week. Mind you that was when she was on a sleepover round the corner so it probably doesn't count. There were reports circulating last week that she was considering having a bath, but they came to nothing. Anyroad up, so there's a load of books, DVD's etc and a few clothes looking for a new home so we pop down to the local "recycling
