In a moment of madness, I decided to volunteer in a flour
mill at York’s Castle Museum. Wild at the thought of working in a mill, I
underestimated how very cold it was in there and how little time I actually had
to work in the place. Plus, little gripe here: it’s a crime that museum funding
is so low that they have to rely on volunteers to run things. As a student, I’m
not ashamed to admit I really did need money. I am ashamed, however, to admit that as a result of the wallet, I had
to give up volunteering before I’d even begun! One good thing that came out of
this process was that the thought of being able to work in a “demonstration
bread kitchen” got me so excited, that I quickly whipped up some bagels to give
to people in charge to land me the job. Which would have worked, if anyone
cared. Volunteers just need to turn up, they don’t need to bring bribery
bagels, do they? I ate them myself and gave some to my neighbour, Maria.
