Today started with screaming. Screaming punctuated with yelling, and laughter, definitely shrill laughter. Jumping from high up places, possibly bunk beds. Jettisoning of objects that were absolutely not meant to be jettisoned. Arguing, slapping, hair-pulling and tears. And all before
We are a country run by volunteers. Voluntary run organisations are all around us and on the most part we probably give very little thought to what this actually means. I know I didn’t before I became ‘one of them’.