Christmas Wrapping

I never saw myself as a rapper. Slim Siany? No, not me, I'd never get the hang of such foul language in public (my mother might be watching). But I quite like wrapping gifts. Although admittedly when you have 3984763984765 begillion to wrap, it is tedious and an annoying chore.

This weekend I did a Christmas present wrapping service for donations to Cancer Research Wales. It was good fun actually, and even better to think of money being raised for a good cause. We were set up in a shopping arcade in Cardiff City Centre, and were quite busy, mostly with guys (sorry) dumping a load of gifts and looking as stressed as a size 6 pair of jeans being squidged onto Kerry Katona.

It was actually quite random to see how much people donate too. I was astounded by the generosity of many, I mean seriously taken-aback. And then (and I know you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but) disappointed with others. Having said that, it ALL counts, no matter how big or small, and as I said it restores your faith in humanity when most are so generous with what they give.

I also now appreciate even more the wonders of selotape. What an invention. Where would we be without it?

Cancer Research Wales

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Cancer Research Wales said…

This year we will be holding the Christmas Gift Wrapping Service in Queens Arcade from Saturday 18th until Friday 24th December.

As with all of our events, all money raised will be spent in Wales funding cancer research projects at centres such as Velindre Hospital.

We're looking for volunteers to take part, so if anyone would like to get involved please contact 029 2031 6976 or crw@wales.nhs.uk.

Many thanks for your support.

30 November 2010 at 07:41

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