A pint? That's very nearly an armful!
My local Sainsbury's seems to have rearranged itself a bit recently. All the useful things like pasta and sauces and sundries like that have been moved to random places around the store, to make room for lots of seasonal goods near the entrance. That's the seasons of Hallowe'en and Christmas. The former makes a bit of sense, given that it's the end of September, but there's actually three times as much of the latter. Mince pie, anyone?
Without wanting to do the whole 'ooh, hasn't this year gone quickly' thing, I did realise recently I was running out of time to tick off a few new year's resolutions, and a gentle prod came in the form of a letter from the National Blood Service, reminding me that I'd registered as a donor sometime earlier this year, but still hadn't made a donation. Oh, and they'd be in my area soon, would I like to pop along?
So that's what I did this afternoon. I'm really squeamish when it comes to needles, but there's really not much to it - yes, it hurts a little for a couple of seconds when the needle goes in, but other than that, you're just lying there, watching an LED bar graph slowly work its way to 100%. (You're supposed to move your hand around a bit too, which as far as I could tell did speed some things up a bit, and my blood was on a go-slow because I hadn't had much to drink this morning.)
Because it was my first time, I had to drink some orange squash (apparently first timers don't get tea) and have a lie down for 10 minutes, before they let me go and sit down and drink more squash and eat some biscuits.
And yeah, that was it. If you're a worrier like me, the anticipation is far worse than actually doing it. (Much like Oblivion at Alton Towers, which I went on the other week, despite being petrified of it beforehand.) So provided they'll let you, you should go do it, because being a bit squeamish isn't a decent excuse.
Without wanting to do the whole 'ooh, hasn't this year gone quickly' thing, I did realise recently I was running out of time to tick off a few new year's resolutions, and a gentle prod came in the form of a letter from the National Blood Service, reminding me that I'd registered as a donor sometime earlier this year, but still hadn't made a donation. Oh, and they'd be in my area soon, would I like to pop along?
So that's what I did this afternoon. I'm really squeamish when it comes to needles, but there's really not much to it - yes, it hurts a little for a couple of seconds when the needle goes in, but other than that, you're just lying there, watching an LED bar graph slowly work its way to 100%. (You're supposed to move your hand around a bit too, which as far as I could tell did speed some things up a bit, and my blood was on a go-slow because I hadn't had much to drink this morning.)
Because it was my first time, I had to drink some orange squash (apparently first timers don't get tea) and have a lie down for 10 minutes, before they let me go and sit down and drink more squash and eat some biscuits.
And yeah, that was it. If you're a worrier like me, the anticipation is far worse than actually doing it. (Much like Oblivion at Alton Towers, which I went on the other week, despite being petrified of it beforehand.) So provided they'll let you, you should go do it, because being a bit squeamish isn't a decent excuse.