Thursday 25 August 2016 10.22pm
I breezed in to the van outside the Hop Exchange
last week, all eager to give up my blood as I've not done so for years now, only to be met by the grumpiest, snottiest nurse. She haughtily told me I had to make an appointment and treated me like I was some kind of gatecrasher.
When did it all become such an exclusive club? I have a pretty scatterbrain lifestyle and I can't stick to a timeframe; it was much easier to just nip in when I was in the area.
No silver plate for me now :-(