The blood bank try quite hard to guilt you/scare you into donating blood. I am happy to hand it over (and was even amused to read the other day that donating is a good way to reduce excess iron in your blood--just give it to someone else to dilute with theirs), but they have all these fussy rules about tattoos and communicable diseases and having lived in the United Kingdom for more than a week and a half in the early nineties. I don't have a communicable disease. Surely, after all this time, they would have found a way to find out if you have mad cow disease from living in the UK. One of the most ironic moments of my life was when the UK let me donate blood. I suppose every who lives in the UK, and is old enough, lived in the UK in the early nineties and so they would be mad cows too. It wouldn't really matter if you got tainted blood. It's just the rest of the world that is fussy.
Mine is the only dog in the world who has a kennel every where. She likes coverage. At home the kennel is in the lounge room. It is like an envelope in an envelope. At the moment we are running her down the peninsula to stay with her cousins and the kennel is in the back seat. She is asleep in the kennel in the car. An envelope in an envelope. I am not sure how she is going to cope with being in a kennel outside for the next week, acting and being like a dog. It will possibly be a little demeaning for her. Poor little person. Am I a bad mother?
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