

Knock at the door. Grinning man in blue bib. Wants money for charity - forgot which, random selection of small letters.
I actually have some change on me - hardly ever have any cash. Made me feel all organised.
I offer. He can't take it. They can't take cash. They can only have bank details. And it can't be a one of payment, it has to be a monthly thing.
Whatever happened to being grateful for what they're given?
I'm pissed off!!