Giving blood yesterday went fine. Jason and I had something to eat at The Glass House first, then headed straight to the church. There were quite a few people there, even though the nurse I first spoke to said it was quiet. I was given a glass of water to drink (you have to be hydrated before you donate), a form to fill in saying whether I had HIV or Hepatitis or Malaria and so on, and an information pack to read.

I won't lie; I was feeling very nervous as I filled the form in, drank and waited. Even more so when I learned that they take almost a pint of blood; what is that, almost an eighth? I didn't say a great deal to Jason, either; I felt like I was dreaming and I was lost in my own thoughts of how I'd feel afterwards, would I pass out and would it be painful?

The idea of having some of my blood removed freaked me a little. But then I calmed myself by looking back to The Prince's Trust, when I did the abseil. I was a million times more terrified then. Giving blood was peanuts compared to an abseil!

( And then they called me in... (Warning for squeamish people?) )

I'm going to stop wearing my beret to work. Today whilst on my lunch break I was heading to Wilkinson's to squander cash on GLORIOUS JUNK FOOD to boost my blood sugar levels a wee bit and, surprise surprise, the canvassers were out in force, braving the rain. This time it was the Red Cross. One of them was at the top end of Hardshaw Street, near Barclay's, standing smack-bang in the middle of the street. I didn't realise he was there until the last minute.

"Lady in the beret!" he called. "Sorry about that, I spotted you from a mile away. Not many people wear berets!"

Being a polite member of society who is interested in doing charity work but not particularly donating as I'm skint, I entertained him for a few minutes, told him I was on JSA and am therefore stupidly poor.

( My rules so far for avoiding canvassers about town... )

Jason does so much for me. I feel like I don't deserve his awesomeness and I don't tell him I love him nearly as much as I should do. I could tell him a million times and it would never make up for how brilliant he is to me.

I am the luckiest lass on this planet and possibly the next! :)