On the other hand, when my white bearded hubby goes out in his red helly hanson jacket, he gets an awful lot of stares from kids that think he's Santa on a day off. No I'm not dressing up as an elf.
Today husband finally sanded and painted windowsill with peeling paint. It's been covered with stuff for a year, so the the window frame and window are absolutely filthy too. Did he scrub the window frame and wipe the window with his special window fluid? Did he cluck.
Did he Hoover up the dust from the sanding or the dirt he knocked down, put down any form of protection (I have paint dribbles on the floor) or put away the sander, paint tin and brushes? You know the answer here.
I'm beginning to wonder if he's actually genetically deficient and incapable of what I would call 'finishing a job' or 'doing it properly' i.e. preparing and tidying up after.
Much of what the blood donation service does actually has the exact opposite of the desired effect with me. I'm going to have to log on to yet another account that I struggle to remember the username/password/PIN/special word for, and try to disarm the permission for them to e-mail and text me. Too much nagging
This morning's e-mail is telling me to please book an appointment and to keep it. I already have one booked in December and have a win/loss ratio (in terms of attending when I say I will) of 60:0.
In the days leading up to an appointment the pinging of my phone goes into overdrive with various reminders, boasts and info. Yet, for the last visit, they neglected to tell me that taking my own drink wouldn't negate the need for me to have one of theirs. I've donated 3 times during 'lockdown' and the first was poor, in terms of being Covid safe. On the last two visits I've taken my own pen, drink, sanitiser and anti-bac wipes as I want to touch as little as possible and get out as quickly as I can. Yet, I have to walk over there to get one of their 'special' drinks and then go and sit over there, where I will wait for the best part of an hour because :-
a) the irritating appointment system designed to reduce queues clearly doesn't work b) I overheard one of the nurses tell someone that they were prioritising certain blood types so the 'queue' allowed some folk to be made to push in Hence, I found myself getting into the chair when they were about to end the session and the 'queue' had reduced to bugger all.
Sorry folks - but I've been wanting to get that off my chest for a while
I have not given blood for about 11 months for the simple reason they cancelled my last two appointments. With a social diary akin to an anchorite’s it was no big issue but it seemed contrary to their publicity asking people to keep donating during the pandemic.
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When he got old he looked more like Uncle Albert. (Only Fools and Horses)
Did he Hoover up the dust from the sanding or the dirt he knocked down, put down any form of protection (I have paint dribbles on the floor) or put away the sander, paint tin and brushes? You know the answer here.
I'm beginning to wonder if he's actually genetically deficient and incapable of what I would call 'finishing a job' or 'doing it properly' i.e. preparing and tidying up after.
Much of what the blood donation service does actually has the exact opposite of the desired effect with me. I'm going to have to log on to yet another account that I struggle to remember the username/password/PIN/special word for, and try to disarm the permission for them to e-mail and text me. Too much nagging
This morning's e-mail is telling me to please book an appointment and to keep it. I already have one booked in December and have a win/loss ratio (in terms of attending when I say I will) of 60:0.
In the days leading up to an appointment the pinging of my phone goes into overdrive with various reminders, boasts and info. Yet, for the last visit, they neglected to tell me that taking my own drink wouldn't negate the need for me to have one of theirs. I've donated 3 times during 'lockdown' and the first was poor, in terms of being Covid safe. On the last two visits I've taken my own pen, drink, sanitiser and anti-bac wipes as I want to touch as little as possible and get out as quickly as I can. Yet, I have to walk over there to get one of their 'special' drinks and then go and sit over there, where I will wait for the best part of an hour because :-
a) the irritating appointment system designed to reduce queues clearly doesn't work
b) I overheard one of the nurses tell someone that they were prioritising certain blood types so the 'queue' allowed some folk to be made to push in
Sorry folks - but I've been wanting to get that off my chest for a while