Neither here nor there

On Wednesday night, I suddenly found my car spot had been vacated. Where the mystery car came from, or where it vanished to, was destined to remain… err… a mystery.

On Thursday night I went and
gave blood
. I was all prepared for a long wait like last time, and took a book. But to my surprise, as I was trying to chortle my way (for the second or third time, I think) throughBill Bryson’s "Neither Here Nor There", things moved quite fast, and before I knew it, I was through the questioning bit and lying down waiting for them to do the vampire thing.

The lady taking my blood was obviously a trainee. This worried me slightly, but I was happy to see a more senior woman watching her like a hawk. And as it happened, Ms Trainee Vampire did a very good job. No random stabbing to find the vein. No mixing up needles. No (and this is my not-so-secret fear) dropping the bag or tripping over the blood pipe thing, causing the needle to come out of my arm.

And hey, not only did they give me a free badge for giving my fifth donation, but apparently being a regular blood donor preventsHaemochromatosis. There. I just knew you’d want to know that.

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