Small is Beautiful
The other day I bumped into a fellow fundraiser as we snatched a coffee at Waverley Station. She was dressed in mirrored brogues, tailored trousers and a very snappy striped jacket. I had my five year old chunky ankle boots with my smartest jeans, and a lucky charity shop buy jumper. She was off to meet an internationally famous artist for a national charity. I was off to St. John’s Church to replace the bricks on my repaired interactive mural. Looking at the two of us, you wouldn’t have placed us in the same profession.