I had sent out numerous press releases, not expecting there to be much, if anything, in the way of a response.
Volunteer recruitment days are never terribly newsworthy. Each year I have an open day or a coffee morning where I try to lure people in so I can persuade them to volunteer with us. Each year I sit there, surrounded by plates of biscuits and volunteering brochures and no one turns up. If I'm exceptionally lucky a rambler may stray past, and I'll drag them in and give them a leaflet, but that's about it really.
McColleague was setting up the room, putting out an optimistically large number of cups and saucers, while I finished up in the office. The phone rang. It was the local press photographer!
"Can I come out and get some shots of your volunteer coffee morning?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes!" I exclaimed. "Though, I must warn you, I may not actually have any volunteers to photograph."
He was undeterred by this. "I'll be there at 11," he said.
I hurried over to the volunteer room and McColleague. "The photographer from the local paper is coming!" I explained.
"What will he make you hold aloft this time?" she wondered.
The coffee morning offically began at 10am. By 11 am McColleague and I were still the only people in the room. The photographer arrived.
"Hello," I smiled. "I'm afraid we're having a bit of a lull at the moment."
"No problem," he said. "Let's just have a picture of you, Doris, in front of the house."
And so another photo for my collection is taken. Me, in front of the house, holding aloft a Volunteer Welcome Pack, the sun in my eyes, my hair blowing over my face. I await the torrent of calls to flood in as people all over the county flock to volunteer for me.
I really look like I need help.