A woman came to the door this morning clutching an enormous offical folder and with an intense expression on her face...I immediately presumed she was making a visit about the septic tank...due to take place before the end of the year...but she was from Trocaire. It's an Irish charity which supports charitable causes overseas and she launched into a spiel about how donations have dropped dramactically...and had I heard about Syria...

Until she asked that daft question, I'd been quite prepared to listen...but I don't think I look particulary slow or stupid and thought the way she asked...sort of with her head slightly on one side and patronising expression...was a bit offensive.

So I'm afraid I launched an attack...very politely mind you...I thought we need to put Irelands poor and needy first...I'd no intention of giving out money to buy some Somalian soldier a few bullets...children in Africa still don't have access to clean water...and Trocaire have been building wells forever and a day out there...and so on. Actually I did go on rather...

But it'll only be another week before the appeals begin on television for endless disasters with photos of endearing Black babies and tented camps for earthquake survivors and it won't stop until after Christmas.

She smiled a sad sort of smile and said she quite understood and off she went to next-door where she'd have met with short-thrift as well.