One of the neighbours asked for sponsorship today. They are doing a walk in aid of cancer research. Well, that’s very good of them. I asked which cancer research they were supporting.
Oh dear. I cannot give money to people who hate me.
“What do you mean?”
Well, I smoke, and CRUK want everyone to despise me and they want me to die.
“No, no, they want to cure cancer.”
They are not interested in curing anything. They want to control my life. Sorry, no sponsorship here.
The thing is, that neighbour smokes too. I hope she’s giving this some thought.
Also, I had a letter through the post. one of those that is usually addressed to ‘the householder’ and asking for money. Begging, I think it’s called.
This one had, on the front of the envelope, ‘It makes no difference to me who you are’. That was it. Plain white envelope with that on the front, and inside was a begging letter from cancer research. It’s in the recycling bin so it won’t be wasted.
It’s an interesting idea for one of my kind of stories though. A letter arriving with those words on the front could have absolutely anything inside, and could lead to all sorts of things.
Should I incorporate it into the Smokyween Horror short story? Do you know, I do believe that would be entirely appropriate.
I have a couple of weeks to write it, so naturally I haven’t started yet. If I am to avoid verbosity then I have to have a short deadline. If I put that out for distribution it will take a week or so to spread so let’s say, to get it out in time for Halloween, it has to be done and sent by the 14th.
I’ll write it on the 13th.