Not a great weekend for trying to be kind. Every time we try to perform an RAK we seem to be thwarted. On Saturday, on the way to work, I see a woman about to struggle down the steps with a pushchair at a tube station and am just about to offer help - when some guy steps in and gets there first. At work, continual offers to get the teas in are met with polite refusals. Doesn't anyone want to get helped, goddammit? It gets worse. On the way home, a man running for the train has to dodge round a man with a suitcase, and in doing so, drops his packet of cigarettes. I pick it up and chase after him shouting "Excuse me mate, you dropped this". All to no avail. His single-minded determination to catch the train leaves him deaf to all pleas. He dives into the carriage just as the doors slide shut behind him, leaving me forlornly holding up a packet of fags on the platform. Not sure what to do next, I just get rid of them - so perhaps it was for the best.
On Sunday we're visiting L's cousin and her delightful baby boy. Our RAK is to bring them a big bunch of flowers. True to form, we leave them at home, sitting in water in the kitchen sink. Oh well. It's the thought that counts - well, for this weekend, it'll have to.
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