OK so here’s my quandry.  I think I may be heartless, and I’d like to know what you think.  So I’m sitting here on my sofa having finally got Sam in his cot (still waking up lots in the nights for feeding…long story which most of you will be living daily with me anyway!).  Anyway, it’s 8pm, after a long day at work, and also following the arrival of the gas men to knock half a house wall away to move the gas meter (not at our request, I hasten to ask), and I’m daring to sit down and breathe, get ready to eat and have a few minutes down time before going to bed.  Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, and I open it (in a slight frenzy in case Babylicious decides to wake up at the noise) to find a man in a bright t shirt advertising a charity (a well known animal charity) standing there smiling.  It transpires that he is knocking door to door to try and get people to commit to giving monthly amounts by direct debit.  Now, as you may know, I’m a big supporter (obviously not in height) of several charities, and I’d like to think I’m a fairly decent, kind and compassionate person, who is not selfish and contributes to the greater good. At least, that’s what I’ve always thought about myself.  However, I cannot lie.  I was cross.  Quite cross indeed.  And I’m now left wondering what it was that made me so cross about this.  Was it the disturbance?  Was it the feeling that my privacy had been invaded?  Was it the feeling of not being able to say no (although that can’t have been it, because I did say no) or was it something else?  Supporting charities is essential in my mind, but surely it is personal choice about how, when and who to do this for?  Or am I just becoming grumpy?  And heartless?  What do you think?