I seem to have spent most of the day with people, which is lovely in many ways but much of it was unexpected, so I haven’t got a lot done. Still, a couple of essentials dealt with, so I’ve reached my satisfaction quotient for the day. And I gave blood, so I know I’m not anaemic. Well, I wasn’t. I suppose I am now, temporarily. They’re bringing the appointments a bit closer together, it used to be six months apart and it’s edged to four. The next time I’m booked is in 15 weeks. It’s all a bit weird really, seeing them carry off all those bags. I don’t think i’d like to, it seems a bit like sitting in a warm chair that someone has only just got up from. I’m not sure that analogy makes sense at all, now I read it again.