Monday

I met Louisa, Rosemary and Carol T this morning. The last time we should have met was a few days after F's accident so I missed it. I've spoken to Rosemary and to her husband, Brian, since it happened but not the other two so they asked questions and I fought back tears.

We were sitting in the front bar of the Bear Hotel watching the Give Blood lorry arrive. Florence had given blood on the day of her accident and later that day had a blood transfusion and a second a few days later. Rosemary gives regularly and I have about 20 times but I don't anymore. I'm a bit squeamish and those 20 donations were fairly traumatic.

This afternoon, I settled down to another lino cutting session and then I took Hetty out.