The man on the doorstep was drenched. The unexpected summer rain had soaked through his clothes but he managed a broad smile as Tina opened the door.
“Hello,” he said brightly, “We’re collecting for the old-people’s home. Can you spare anything?”
“I’ve just the thing!” Tina replied, smiling. “Wait here, I’ll be back in a moment.”
Tina closed the front door and returned to the lounge. Her grand-father was sitting in his favourite chair, dropping his lunch all over the floor and swearing coarsely at the TV. “Hey Grandad,” Tina called. “Get your coat on. You’re going on a trip!”