Seachain an duine a bhíonn ina thost

But also how I spend most of my day in London feeling guilty. I blame Mum, it's a very Protestant sort of guilt. I feel guilty because I haven't cycled in for a week, I feel guilty because I don't buy the Big Issue every week even though it's very cold out, I feel guilty because the homeless guy at Pimlico had his sleeping bag stolen and I never manage to bring him any soup or tea or blankets or anything, I feel guilty because there are so many newspapers left on the train and I don't collect them all up and recycle them. And let's not even start thinking about the moral minefield of who you should give up your seat to on the tube. I don't know what to do about all this guilt: I do cycle in when it's warmer than 5 degrees, I do buy the Big Issue (just not every week because it is not very interesting), I do recycle, I do give money to charity collectors (just not all of them -- I tell them I'm a tourist and as I don't have a bank account in this country I can't set up a direct debit) and I do have very low electricity consumption (Andy and I got a £20 bill for two months of electricity). I can't cope with all this guilt, it's such a guilt overload.