Just watched this week's GW. Interesting piece about feeding the birds but disappointed that Monty didn't mention the need to clean up regularly if you don't want to become the preferred fast food outlet for all the local vermin. He was chucking seed all over the place.
I've had a couple of periods where I stopped for a while and once turned up for an incompetent to repeatedly stab my arm in a failed attempt to hit the spot. Last year I started donating again and went during work hours. I specifically told them that, once I'd donated, I'd like to go as quickly as possible (considering I'd never had any adverse reaction in 50+ donations) as I didn't really have an hour for lunch and needed to get back to work. Of course, that meant that some halfwit started mithering me after I'd donated (waiting to be released to get my drink/biscuit and clear off) about what I do for a living and regaling me with tales of his postman's dog's half-sister-in-law working in (extremely) vaguely the same field. He also got in my personal space and inadvertently spat in my face whilst boring me half to death. Didn't even bat an eyelid as I flinched and wiped his spittle off my cheek. Wished I hadn't bothered!
OH and I can't give blood here as we lived in the UK in the 80s and may be harbouring mad cows. Possum can tho and gave blood here last summer. No appointments, just please turn up to local blood drive arranged in a public hall. Â
Queues to register then queue to be interviewed re blood type, medical history etc then another queue to lie down on a bed and give the blood.  Lots of trolley beds arranged in clusters and managed by nurses and all very efficient. Â
Not allowed to leave till "restored" by tea/coffee/juice/hot chocolate and baguette sandwiches/brioche/croissants/pain au chocolat and extra ham/cheese/ham/chocolate spread.  Impressive but you hadn't to be in a hurry.
As for OH's doing bad jobs there are ways to help them learn...... but if it's important, best done yourself.
The kids staring at t'other half started some years ago. We were at Chatsworth at one of those concert and picnic in the park things. We got out our camping chairs and picnic basket, and a little girl went past staring at us. Two minutes later she came back with a small brother and the pair of them looked completely fascinated, until dragged away by their mother.  His beard wasn't even all white at that stage. I have no idea what goes through their minds.
@fidgetbones - that reminds me of a girl I knew, whose children had the most amazing curly blonde hair. It was like a sheep though, not the usual sort of curls. A bit like an afro would be the closest in describing it. When My oldest daughter was about 2 or 3, we were all at the local toddler group, and she, and another child looked at this little girl as they went past, and then calmly stroked her hair. It was obviously very tempting! I apologised right away, but her mum just said - 'Oh, it's fine. They take after their Dad, but he keeps his short, so no one realises'. I suppose that might have been tricky when he was dealing with patients as he was a local GP... Â
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
No one's tried to stroke him yet. Have you ever played the game, what would you be if you were an animal? Strangely everyone except him decided he would be a bear.
"No one's tried to stroke him yet. " Probably just as wellÂ
I believe the wee girl's hair was very, very soft. They all ended up at the same school, and you could spot her from a great distance when her hair was getting long. It was really distinctive. I bet it was difficult to manage though!Â
It's a place where beautiful isn't enough of a word....
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
I sometimes get stared at because I have completely white hair. Genetically inherited via my father. Started going white when I was in my thirties (from dark brown hair), dyed it blonde for many years which I adored but eventually developed an allergy to the dye so had to stop. The most extreme reaction I got was in Hong Kong, especially in the supermarket where I was followed and had my hair stroked. Nowadays unfortunately my face now fits my hair colour!Â
Many years ago, I was doing literacy support for hair care and plaiting. I got to know all the technical stuff and had a rapport with the students but had never actually felt black hair. Eventually I asked the permission and they didn't mind.
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Queues to register then queue to be interviewed re blood type, medical history etc then another queue to lie down on a bed and give the blood.  Lots of trolley beds arranged in clusters and managed by nurses and all very efficient. Â
Not allowed to leave till "restored" by tea/coffee/juice/hot chocolate and baguette sandwiches/brioche/croissants/pain au chocolat and extra ham/cheese/ham/chocolate spread.  Impressive but you hadn't to be in a hurry.
As for OH's doing bad jobs there are ways to help them learn...... but if it's important, best done yourself.
I apologised right away, but her mum just said - 'Oh, it's fine. They take after their Dad, but he keeps his short, so no one realises'.
I suppose that might have been tricky when he was dealing with patients as he was a local GP... Â
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Probably just as wellÂ
I believe the wee girl's hair was very, very soft. They all ended up at the same school, and you could spot her from a great distance when her hair was getting long. It was really distinctive. I bet it was difficult to manage though!Â
I live in west central Scotland - not where that photo is...
Eventually I asked the permission and they didn't mind.