Gave blood for first time last week. Got told off by a Susan Boyle lookalike nurse for not disclosing that I’d had a paracetamol at the weekend. She made me feel like some kind of lying, drug-addled deviant. Other than that it went ok. I didn’t pass out or anything & show myself up.
We also went to Manchester to spend the evening at my sister’s. City centre was busy. Slightly disturbed at mini tent city outside Boots on Market Street, complete with teens partaking of a bottle bong in broad daylight & nobody seemed to bat an eyelid! It’s a city centre shopping area dudes. Not a bloody festival!
Had a lovely birthday lunch at my sister’s for Mum on Thursday. Fab to see everyone, especially my noisy little niecelings.
Had pals round on Saturday for my favourite time of year – Halloween. I went down the Dia de los Meurtos route again costume-wise. Sugar skull glamour. Anything to try to camouflage myself from hoardes of trick or treaters saying “Hiya Miss” (& knowing where I live!)
Pity that didn’t work.
They all knew who I was straight away! Even the ones who don’t already know where I live. Will have to try harder next year.
Bman looked pretty scary as Michael Myers. I volunteered to dangle a coat hanger from his eye socket for maximum effect but he said it was ok. He even had some horrid dismembered arm thing going on as a nod to his love of all things zombie. I think between him and Stef dressed as Undead Santa, they managed to traumatize many of the younglings of the neighbourhood.
Back to work today, where I aim to make like my blood group and B-positive.