Blood brothers...
I am very proud to say that I give blood on a regular basis. This was something which I started doing a couple of years ago, and several litres later, I'm still going strong. Booking an appointment yesterday for my next withdrawal of the red stuff, the lady at the end of the phone asked me if I'd like to know where my blood had gone after it had left the building. Well this was very exciting I can tell you. Where would my blood end up? I had visions of my B Rhesus- heading off in its thermal container, transforming the lives of poorly people all over the UK. Giving her my mobile number so that they could send me a text, I asked her how specific it was. Well not very, it turns out, as all I can expect is a text telling me which hospital it has ended up in. But not to worry, as long as it's going somewhere which counts, then that's fine. I remember the first time I went, and the disappointment at not being allowed a cup of tea and a biscuit after my first don