So, today I finally made it down to the civic centre to give blood. It's the first time I've managed it for over a year, as I've kept having colds, and chest infections and things at the times they've been in town.
I was most upset to discover (after they got their hands on my precious blood) that they had run out of chocolate biscuits! I mean, what's the point of giving them my blood if I'm not going to get a guilt-and-calorie-free chocolate biscuit afterwards...
And tomorrow, of course, is Election Day, and I shall have to go and put my cross in a box at some point. My polling card never arrived, but it appears that this is a postal problem, not a sinister attemt to deprive me of my vote (I spoke to the council, who confirmed that I am definitely registered and that I don't need it in order to vote)
I keep spinning between hope and fear about what the results will be. I have a horrible suspicion we're going to end up with a Conservative government as people decide to punish Gordon Brown for being in charge when the economy tanked, and for generally eroding our civil liberties and betraying the pricipals the Labour Party used to stand for, but the problem with that is that voting in the Tories instead is a bit like hammering spikes through your eyes to try to cure that mild headache... They've cosied up to the far right in Europe, have said they will scrap the Human Rights Act (because it's not as though having legal protection for our Human Rights is important or anything...) they have made it clear they don't intend to bring in any electoral reform, and any tax cuts they make will benefit the rich at the expense of the most vulnerable in society. and they have spectactularly failed to critisise or disown the candidate of theirs who believes people are gay because they are possesed by demons and can be cured by prayer.
I really, really hope that isn't what we wake up to on Friday morning.