I got a letter inviting me to give blood last week. It's something I've been meaning to do for about 6 years now, so decided to make an appointment at one of the convenient mobile blood banks.
When I went to the appointment it was in a caravan near the Hayes Tesco-M4 junction. The guy checking names on the door appeared to be homeless, and the nurse took my blood with a swiss army knife and some orange tubing attached to a beaker with masking tape.
My wife Emma said I was stupid for not realising it wasn’t an official blood bank.
Looking back I guess the signs were there.
I can't write much more as I was told by a slightly bemused and mildly irritated paramedic that I should lie down for a while.
