Last night I was enjoying a shower when the doorbell went. Mrs. Veg answered it and shouted upstairs "have you got any money?" (rhetorical question in Chez Veg) and I directed her to my wallet. When I'd dried my Adonis-like body and changed into my silk kimono I padded manfully downstairs to ask her why she'd needed the money and who'd been at the door.
I was prepared to have a go at her in case she'd given the local trick or treat Halloween brigade any money, as she'd tried very hard to stop me wiring the door up to a car battery. Anyhow, she told me it was two young girls in combats and berets. I immediately thought that my repeated romantic PMs to Kathy West had finally paid off
but, NO! It was apparently the local CCF going door-to-door for the Poppy Appeal.
Here in the Veg household it's the only charity apart from Macmillan Nurses that we support (the missus was an Army brat), so a tenner goes in. They had poppies and a collecting tin but I've never experienced this form of collecting before.
So, were we had over by two cunning con-artists or was this legit?
V!
I was prepared to have a go at her in case she'd given the local trick or treat Halloween brigade any money, as she'd tried very hard to stop me wiring the door up to a car battery. Anyhow, she told me it was two young girls in combats and berets. I immediately thought that my repeated romantic PMs to Kathy West had finally paid off

Here in the Veg household it's the only charity apart from Macmillan Nurses that we support (the missus was an Army brat), so a tenner goes in. They had poppies and a collecting tin but I've never experienced this form of collecting before.
So, were we had over by two cunning con-artists or was this legit?
V!