foolhandy

Last night I dreamt that I was the captain of a cruise ship which was being held to ransom by terrorists. I need to drink more water. We went to Bury St Edmunds today. The main reason was to give blood, Bury being the nearest place to Halstead doing blood donations today. But it was also an opportunity to look around and see somewhere new. The blood doning session was held at Bury Corn Exchange. An odd building, it seemed to have had the inside designed to look like the outside, but with a raised floor. The doning (word?) itself was very simple as ever, with the exception of Seychelles being reclassified due to an outbreak of the chikungunya virus across the Indian Ocean. It just meant a longer wait, but I coped. The man who took the blood was the old landlord of the Tramway pub in Stratford-Upon-Avon. It’s a small world etc. He also knew a bit about Cambridge United, which is always good. After the messiest egg mayonnaise sandwich in the world we spent time being very excited in card shops and Boots, before heading for the supermarket for some essential shopping. I felt both old and posh as we ambled around Waitrose and marvelled at all the expensive things. Oddly, Double-O flour is cheaper than in Sainsbury’s. So I’m told. More importantly, tonight I shall become intimate with posh recycled toilet tissue. The joys…