It's been pouring with rain for hours, so heavily that I've had to abandon all plans and settle for a day lounging about the house. It's the nice kind of rain that batters against the windows and shakes all the trees so much that you're just glad to be inside. I get locked out of my bank account for 'suspicious activity'. I'm on the phone for what seems like hours trying to resolve the problem and explain why I'm trying to transfer so much money. I'm £26 over the daily transfer allowance. They count the weekend as one whole day for some stupid reason, and so I won't be able to do anything until Tuesday. I email Fiona to explain and get on with my presentation.
It feels so strange to me that less than a few weeks ago I was so full of energy and excitement and now all that seems gone to me. I feel like I'm trudging forward on autopilot. The weather is dreary and school is the last place on earth I want to be. I get soaked walking back from the primary school and feel like the day has been spent rather unproductively. That night I am researching more about India to include in my presentation and I am haunted by some of the figures presented to me. 1 in 6 girls born this year won't make it to their fifteenth birthday. 27 million babies are born each year and yet 2 million won't live until their first birthday. I am absolutely devastated, but filled with a much more urgent sense of why I am doing this. I have a feeling working with charities is the kind of thing I want to be doing in the future. Helping people, even in small ways, whether at home or overseas.
Fundraising is going well, I have a running total of about £800 now. We're meant to have about £3000 for January and if our events up until then go as well as the previous ones have been going, hopefully, I think I'll make it. My local supermarket call to assure me of their support, but say they don't offer bagpacking in November or December. They do however offer raffle prizes for the ceilidh and mince pies for the coffee morning. It's at the end of the month and we're having a craft fair /coffee morning / Santa's grotto type thing. I hope it will go well.
It's taken weeks but I've finally decided on what I'm doing for my photography project. I'll be focusing on Urban and Macro photography. I thought I'd prefer doing Urban but macro is so much more fun. It's funny to look back on some of the earliest photos we took. It's the cast-off ones around school that I like to look back on. Soon, in a few months when we leave this place behind, leave school and start living, I know these are the photos I'll want to look at again. The ones that had no real purpose, just us trying to get to grips with the camera by capturing the everyday place around us.