Charity begins at home - that's what I was brought up with. Putting coins in food goes a long way back for me - my mother still puts coins in her Christmas puds... when I was a tiddler, the height of excitement was finding 1p or 2p embedded in a sticky ball of fizzy something called a fizzy bomb...

I bumped into George on the High Street this morning, and as he waited for his hairdressers to open, so he came with me and we had a cup of tea. George is very highly skilled - french polishing for one, and he took to assembling this birdbox like a duck to water. We had the opportunity to chat; he is far away from his family, here in the UK, with his own two children, and we talked about taking care of children. There's peanut butter all over this birdbox, sticky goo that some kids love, but I have to say he did a great job.