Complete?

Completed.
Accomplished.
Done.
Wrapped up.
However you want to say it, I have finished collecting for Christian Aid for this year, assisted in my endeavours by the KHT.

On Tuesday afternoon I delivered the envelopes. Not all of them, because I ran out before I reached the end!  So on Wednesday afternoon, having obtained further supplies, I popped out and did the last 20 odd houses. Then, after dinner, I began collecting at the houses I had delivered to earliest.

At one of the first houses the resident examined their envelope in a bemused way.
"So how do I put clothing and stuff in there?"
"You don't. It is a cash collection!"

At the next few houses, the residents were similarly bemused, as they hadn't encountered an envelope collection before.
I adapted my greeting to counter this problem
"Hello! It is the Christian Aid cash collection!" Probably not the wording Christian Aid would have chosen, but it worked! Hands took the envelope proffered, dug deep into pockets, and donated to a good cause.

I am always surprised at how many households have dogs. You get to find this out when doing door to door collections because even when the owners appear not to hear the doorbell, the dogs just cannot resist letting on that they know you are out there...

On the first evening, I didn't get many envelopes, but early on the second evening, I had a run where seven out of eight residents in a cul-de-sac all were very happy to hand over envelopes, one even came after us, as they returned home after we had visited their house.

One householder opened her door and gave my daughter a great big beaming smile of recognition, as she had been the relief escort on her college transport and recognised her immediately.

The downside to taking my daughter is that she reads all the signs on the doors about cold calling, religious vistors etc, and waits in fear and trepidation to see if we are going to be arrested. Many of the households that display these signs are only too happy to donate - as we are not selling or preaching, merely providing an opportunity to help others.

Some had no cash, and I sympathised with them, as it is a position I often find myself in. I encouraged cashless households to go online and donate.

I cannot stop wars, prevent earthquakes, mudslides, floods or drought. However, I can donate myself and encourage my neighbours to do likewise. It is also a great opportunity to wander around the neighbourhood and meet people.

As we were collecting from the last houses just before of the 9pm curfew, I sent my daughter on ahead to collect from a particular house, knowing she would get a warm welcome. She returned having successfully completed the mission.
"So, who is going to collect from OUR house?"
"We are."
The KHT looked crestfallen.
Having knocked on many doors.
Rung dozens of doorbells,
Listened as dogs, large and small, announced our presence.
Watched, eager to detect the slightest movement within.
Waited patiently for so many doors to open.
Now she was so looking forward to being the person who would open the door and hand over the envelope with a flourish, only to realise that the opportunity to play the role of enthusiastic giver was being denied to her.
Tomorrow I will put some money in an envelope, leave it on the dresser in the hall, sneak out the back gate and ring the doorbell, so she too can take part in a way that will meet with her approval.
What is the betting that she will have her head phones on and not hear the door!?