I only have five days to go until the 500ft zipline across the Oval Cricket Ground that I’m doing to raise money for the Stroke association. It’s one of the three charity events I’m completing for my “Things to do” list for 2015 . I’ll be doing a 5k run for charity, a half-marathon midnight walk – and something crazy. This is the crazy thing.
Mr Maybe will be there on the day armed (a little too enthusiastically) with his camera phone, ready to tape the whole terrifying ordeal. I’d like to say I’m not scared and be all blasé about ziplining 500ft off the ground across an iconic cricket ground… But I can’t. I’m not James Bond. I’m not even JI Jane. I’m more like Calamity Jane.
This could get ugly.
One of the charity event organisers called me at work the other day and said all casually “I just have to let people know that we have a very strict 17 stone weight limit. You don’t exceed that, do you?” I laughed a happy tinkley laugh. But then I stopped when a brief voice of doubt whispered “what if I am?”
I’m not in case you were wondering.
So far I’ve managed to raise £100! Which is pretty cool.
I wouldn’t mind raising some more though. You know, considering I will almost certainly be soiling myself in the pursuit of charitable donations for a worthy cause. That’s worth at least £101 surely? Not to mention the only donations received so far have been from my Mum.
I mean. Seriously. My Mum.
I had asked her to send the donation link to the girls in her office, to see if anyone might pop a few 50p’s in the bucket – and then I received an incredibly suspicious donation for £100 in the space of ten minutes. Which is why Mothership is my hero, always. I had sent a donation link around my own office, which is full of bankers who have just received their ridiculously huge bonuses for the year. And despite the fact that I run errands, answer emails, send the post, organise couriers, meet and greet clients, swirl plates of biscuits for their fancy-schmancy meetings and file and organise the office for them – not a single person has donated a single penny for the Stroke Association.
Which is pretty shitty if you ask me. I mean, seriously guys.
Not a single penny.
So please, please, please internet friends. If you have some spare change rattling around – beer money, copper coins that keep weighing down your change purse (am I the only one that even has one of these?!) or maybe you’re trying to cut back on a Starbucks / nicotine addiction! Donate the money via this link.
It’s going to a brilliant cause, I promise you.