8.45 Saturday Morning

Not even a month in my new home and I had my first visit from a Jehovah's Witness this morning. Good job I hadn't been out last night or I may have said more than, 'No point talking to me bud, I give blood every three months.'

The look on his face was a picture. It was as if I had opened my robe and flashed him.

(Let's forget about about the fact that the Australian Red Cross won't take my blood because I might have Mad Cow Disease)