Cathy White

Once again, I didn’t get to the post office before it shut and then kind of forgot about the Be Kind thing until 11pm, so I posted a pic of a penguin on my friend Helen’s Facebook wall, because she likes penguins. The note I left sellotaped to the busContinue Reading

I woke up with a plan in my head for today’s Be Kind thing but that plan was scuppered before it was even eight o’clock in the morning, dammit. Still, that didn’t let me off the kindness hook, especially as I haven’t been kind for two days because, as IContinue Reading

No, not these kinds of Brownies,   but these kinds of brownies.   Yes, I took some homemade chocolate brownies to the pub and very well they were received, too. Look at the happy smiley I’ve-got-brownies-yum face.   Unfortunately, I couldn’t be kind on Sunday or Monday because I hadContinue Reading

My wardrobes – like most people’s I would imagine – are bursting with clothes I either a) have never worn; b) haven’t worn for years; or c) can’t fit into any more. In fact, on seeing some of the clothes I pulled out of my wardrobes today I wondered how IContinue Reading

You know I mentioned on the first day of Be Kind For A Month that I’d made a list of ideas of kind things to do this month and a few of them involved not leaving the house? Well, today I decided to do one of the kindnesses that didn’tContinue Reading

I know this doesn’t bode well for the next twenty-nine days but I was stuck for an idea today. I pondered whether not swearing at the people who get PAID to email me to ask me to write for FREE counted (sorry about the caps; I can’t bear the wordsContinue Reading

Something I’ve been meaning to do for a long time is take some food down to the foodbank. A few months ago I’d even got as far as going through my cupboards and seeing what I had. Unfortunately, what I had was a cupboard full of tins and packets wellContinue Reading

Update: Oops, that’ll teach me to spy on people without putting my glasses on. The recipient(s) of the book was a woman and her little girl, not boy. A friend’s wife and daughter, in fact. In my defence, I’ve never met his wife or daughter and I didn’t see their faces andContinue Reading