Last post before the visit to Clatterbridge - sighs of relief all round!Went to the bloods clinic today. Now I try very very hard not to be ageist, being a bit of an old git in training my own self - but hells bells and buckets of blood - i thought i'd wandered up to B&Q on Wednesday by mistake. Even the hand outs you get given have 'old' folk illustrations! I didn't feel young, I just felt sad and tired and irritable. And then one frail ancient lady decided she would get out of her wheelchair and walk into the appointment - with 2 sticks and a handbag. You dont have to be gypsy rose lee to know what happened next. Yep - wallop flat bang out on the floor in the next room where you go and discuss your treatment with the nurse if you are a first-timer. Like we are. So an hour later we are still waiting. Not my finest hour of warmth towards fellow man in adversity and at the moment I have little shame at feeling so stressed. In fact had I had the consultant locked in a room at that moment he would have needed the services of his own operations team to remove an item of medical equipment from where the sun dont shine.In with the good air.......