Betty killed my social life

A fellow bloggger has been writing about random acts of kindness, something I subscribe to and practice on a fairly regular basis, though not EVERY Friday. It's one of the many things I adore about Danny Wallace.

So I thought I'd share one of my most cringeworthy gifts of kindness. They do mostly leave me wanting the ground to open up, but I think that is because people react so strangely. I've written to numerous retailers about the high quality of their staff. I've picked up drunk strangers in bare feet and given them a lift. My sister and I are always collecting lonely Mo's on nights out, sharing our evening and making sure they get home safely. I once put a girls hair up in a pony tail in the middle of Oxford St because her dress was too tight for her to lift her arms and do it herself. She said she had an interview. I still wonder if she just wanted to steal my purse.

But this story is not about any of that.

Two months in and one to go. So what have I learned/achieved? I used to think that I said stupid things when I drank, said too much, gave too much of myself away. I also put the mischievious childish thoughts solely at the feet of the booze.