Slow Flow

...but not much!
After more than 30 years as a blood donor, today the form had to be marked 'Donation failed'. The lovely and very careful nurse was nevertheless unable to position the needle correctly in my wobbly vein, so we had to give up.

I can vividly remember accompanying my mother to blood donation sessions as a child, sitting curiously at the bedside, watching the glass bottle filling up. Probably because of this, blood has never bothered me, so I have always taken the view that they may as well have mine.

Is such smugness a venal or a cardinal sin? Either way, I feel brought down to size. And I've been promised a bruise, where she rootled it about a bit!

But I will try again in a few weeks.