My grandma, an old wiry bird who smoked a packet a day n drank schooners of black, had a unit above the beach in Newcastle. On school hols she would have up to about a dozen young kids, grandkids and their mates, lob n stay to enjoy the beach. I was the eldest about 13 at the time.
One lunch time there was a knock on the door and everyone raced to answer it. Door opens n there stands a lovely young girl with a biro n clipboard. She quickly starts her spiel "Hi, I am from the Freedom from Hunger Campaign" to which granny quickly replies "Oh, thank God you've come"!
