Charity begins in someone else's home (I hope, because it's not beginning in mine)

Not sure if it's the sunniness, or if it's because I've taken an impromptu holiday... ahem, sorry... I mean got special dispensation to work at home this week, but for some reason, am feeling most benevolent today. How unlike me! I even smiled - completely unprompted - at a shop assistant earlier, who hadn't so much as bumped me up a waiting list or tried really, really hard to find me a particular item in a size 6 or ANYTHING. Hey ho. So. What to do with this altruistic impulse? It occurred to me that maybe I should, you know, give something back. To the kids. Or to the underprivileged - the ones with the bad hair and teeth who can't dress and don't know a champagne cocktail from a bottle of pop, many of whom are my colleagues. Or to those poor down trodden souls who don't have a home to call their own (in the whole of West London.) But ultimately, I couldn't be bothered, so I bought a pink breast cancer rubber bracelet because it looked cute with my camel coloured summer cashmere cardi, and left it at that.