I have a lot of issues with this hobby sometimes and it seems often that the craptastic events outnumber anything worthwhile and then infrequently something like this comes along.
And even though you’re maybe standing in the one spot for a long while, blocking access to a disabled toilet, and it’s possibly uncomfortably warm and small children are coming up and asking you to sign an autograph in a book that’s closed, with a pen which still has the lid on with your stupid big chunky gloves almost specifically designed to inhibit manual dexterity; simultaneously juggling a fake gun while peering though eye holes that would be next to useless for avoiding small, sugar filled, moving obstacles even in a full lit otherwise empty warehouse.
Even though all that, sometimes you overhear a slew of arrivals as they identify themselves and explain why there’s one less than was invited because someone is too ill to attend and you think to yourself, “Yes… Helping out these children in some tiny way is why I do this…”
Before the event, before even the rest of the troop had arrived, in a scant few minutes she had in-between running around coordinating this circus, I met Rosie the organiser who has asked for our help at these Fairy Box events over the years and I thanked her for inviting us along.
I don’t think I’ve ever meant such a heartfelt sentiment in my life.