The fish have survived to live another day.
Just now I went out and started my charity collecting. Definitely not something I’m used to. I’ve only done a few houses so far. One person wasn’t home, two people didn’t want to donate, the local vicar put in $5 (thanks Nigel), and an old dear found 25 cents in her handbag. By that point it was getting so dark I couldn’t really see what I was doing on people’s doorsteps, so I opted to stop and continue on another day.
If it hadn’t been for Nigel’s contribution, I’d be seriously considering just donating the wages from an hour’s work, instead. But as he said, it’s a good way to meet the neighbours.