Monday 24 May 2010: OUT FOR BLOOD!

I went to the local hospital, first thing this morning, to have some blood taken for the purposes of a test or two. I arrived bright and early and took my number from the delicatessen ticket dispenser on the wall. I was the first person to enter the waiting room and so I held out great hope that I would be first in the queue and could get to work without having to make up too much time later on.

I was alone in the waiting room for around five minutes then my book and I were joined by Mrs Chatty.

Mrs Chatty: What are you reading?
Me: It is called The Angel's Game
Mrs Chatty: I've not heard of the author - has he written anything else?
Me: I believe he has written one book prior to this one
Mrs Chatty: What is it about?
Me; I'm not certain yet as I only commenced reading it last night (what I really wanted to say was that if she shut up for a moment I may have got the opportunity to find out).

We were then, thankfully, joined by several men and she turned her attention to them (probably thinking what an unsociable madam I was) by engaging them in conversation about the world cup (she has a mother-in-law in South Africa and FIFA have compusorily purchased the nursing home that she is in). She then went on to ask if the men thought we would win the cup to which one of them replied that he thought not and the gents then had a discussion, of their own, about who SHOULD be playing, who SHOULDN'T play at all and the tactics that should be employed against some of the teams. Then one wag said "Still, it's only a game". Yeah! Sounds like it.

Have you ever tried to blip a part of your own anatomy (perhaps it would be polite NOT to answer that questiong)? I tried, with marginal success, to blip my arm (complete with cotton wool and sticky tape) after the vampire phlebotomist had extracted my blood. I think I should have left the cotton wool and sticky tape on though as once removed I discovered a wonderful, purple coloured, bruise.

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