Blood, Blood, Glorious Blood.

I forgot to mention yesterday that it was my Dad's birthday. 'Hip! Hip!...'

I saw him in the morning before he went for his birthday dentist appointment (Ha Ha!) and gave him his card.

To save on expenses, James decided to write on an old Father's Day card and cross the essential 'Fathers Day' bit out to replace it obviously with 'Birthday' - We managed to buy 2 cards accidentally last Dad Day, you see.

It's Dan's 4th Birthday Party on Saturday but I won't be seeing him for a while because of work an all. Shame really.

He's getting a whole Lego Pirate set from most of us - so during the past upcoming days Dad and Alison have been subtly dropping encouraging comments towards the one-eyed, one-legged, parrot lovers.

I gave blood on Monday for the first time.

I'm pretty chuffed with myself really, as it's something I've always wanted to do but never had the urge to motivate myself to go when its on.

The little beds they stick you on are really comfortable!
I fancy getting one for my room.

I won't lie though. You can certainly feel it when they stick it in. And a kind of vampire's blood-sucking sensation from the needle. It's not that bad though.

It's the pulling off the plaster afterwards that's the worst part.

Especially if you have particularly hairy arms as I do from my albino werewolf days...

1st rip: 'AHHHH!.... '

2nd rip: 'AHH... AHHH... AHHHHGH'

3rd rip: 'BLOODY HELL
THAT SMARTS!'

You get the idea.

The guy sitting next to me was really cool and was telling me everything about what was happening. Apparently the pint of blood I gave could go to help as many as three people... They separate all the white & red blood cells and so on to get maximum usage out of it so they say.

They're a real sense of satisfaction about the whole thing.

Plus you get complimentary biscuts and an excuse to sit on your arse for the rest of the day!

Certainly thats worth a pint alone?

No loading heavy plates into the dishwasher for me!