Having had a good speaking voice now for 4 weeks plus, I decided that I must go and give blood.
So, after leaving my pottery class in Nottingham last Wednesday I dropped in at the NBT clinic.
It was back in June '89 when I gave my 25th donation.
I think that I'll be disqualified by age if I take that long to give the next 25 donations.
Here is the discrete badge that was hiding in that big box.
It is firmly attached to my backpack shoulder strap, but I think that only those in the know would even see it.
The pen I got also has very discrete printing on it.
It wasn't worth trying to photograph it.
I clutched the box all the way home in the hope that someone would see that at least.
Having just missed a train, I wandered down to the station in plenty of time for the 16.38, then found that it had been cancelled. The 17.00 was packed but I got a seat for the 10 minute journey.
Now it is just another 4 months until I can make the next donation.