I'm not sure if you're aware of my own annual tradition of Margaret's Maundy Money but if you're not, I'll explain a little. Basically, I take all of my loose change to the bank which I've amassed during the past year and change it into 50 pence pieces. I then place these in a secure hessian shopping bag and head for the town centre where I'll hand them out to deserving causes. One year a PCSO was called to the scene because there was a bit of a scuffle for the last coins and an altercation started to boil over into near-anarchy. Anyway, since then it's been a fairly easy process.
I can't say that I relish washing the feet of the poor, but I carry out this task in the local old people's home every other Sunday. I hope by reading this you'll discover what a lovely and well-rounded citizen I am. I don't do it for myself of course, but the buzz that the random acts of kindness create reverberates around my acrylic clad body.
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