And the result is...

Two days of bag packing, or to be precise, a few hours of bag packing interspersed with periods of trying to look busy so "The Organiser" wouldn't spot I was skiving, and the results are in.

Despite a national recession and competition from the Rotary Club (who were quite muted this year) we managed just over £1,500 from the two days. It's been a good effort but everyone is saying they have done enough bag packing now.

It seems that the Rotary Santa (who kept looking over his shoulder in a hunted manner) was living in fear of another visit from Captain Hook. Not the real Captain Hook, a parent dressed as Captain Hook. Seems he made a big, and scary, impression on Santa last year.

What have we become? Just over a twelvemonth ago we were a cheery band of fund-raising parents. Now we are a bunch of brigands waging psychological warfare against Santa Claus.

What are we going to do for an encore?

I favour serving Bambi at a fund-raising BBQ...