When you go to give blood, they check your haemoglobin level. i’m a bit simple and terribly ignorant, but I think it’s meths that they use – one of you will know and correct me – anyway, the nurse pricks your finger, draws off a drop of blood and lets it fall into a vial of liquid. If it drops to the bottom, you’re fine. Today, mine plummeted. So I’m very fine, it seems, though the 16 week minimum between donations is cut to the bone now – it used to be 6 months, then 5. Last time was my birthday, 10th September.
When I left, a couple were wandering around outside looking anxious. I looked quizzically helpful and they asked if I worked here? – no, but could I help? It turned out they were looking for the hospital, this is the convent and conference centre. I pondered for a couple of seconds and said I’d lead them there, it was a couple of miles and simpler to take them. In fact, it only was a few hundred yards out of my way, no problem at all and easier than explaining.
Verbal instructions, hey. Oh, I find them so hard to follow. If I listen throughout, I forget the start by the time it’s finished. So I try to concentrate on the first three or four instructions at least, relying on native wit or someone else to ask further on.