Two instances this week me lead me to type this post... The first was when I recieved some mail (which I love getting, makes me feel important) except that when I opened said mail I felt insulted where I stood, A letter from the NHS- Give Blood stating new changes to their systems and bands of people who are eligable to give blood....It clearly stated that if you are under 20 years of age and under the maximum height of 5 foot 6 inches you are no longer eligable to give blood............I...WAS.....STUNNED!!!! Not only have I tried to do a good thing in my life but I have been shot down because I am too short....I am too short to do something good for mankind.....well if that is so NHS I shall use that as my excuse when confronted with the people who speak on behalf of charities on the high streets of towns... "excuse me could you spare a few minutes to listen about Shelter Homes?" "No, I am afraid I am too short..." Unbeliveable!
AND THEN....As if this week couldn't get any worse....AND THEN.... I WAS INNOCENTLY STRUCK DOWN........It was as if Karma had grabbed hold of me and said, "you haven't quite had your fill of bad luck this week...here is another dose" I was struck down with cold and flu......I have spent the entire day in bed...vertical for 24hrs...and I tell you the cieling is not an interesting place! But then I got my dose of lucky......a man they call Duane *fanfair* Duane has been one of my best friends for 2 years almost and he decided to virtually keep me company today via text...I must warn you however this man is from Nelson (don't stop reading just cause of that!) he looks like a plucked chicken when he has his hair cut, he rides an electric bike, he wears a flat cap (which I like, oddly) he minces (truth!) he has an addiction to glacier cherries, he swigs pop out of 2 litre bottles, he laughs like Muttly from Wacky Races, he is innuendo central, he can be a butcher or a deli man or sometimes really cheesy (cheese counters) He is clumsy (not as bad as me...but then again...who is?) he has a funny walk and dances like an escaped patient from an assylum, he will yell "TUUUUNNNEE!!!!" if provoked and run like a duck when drunk, he has people calling silly sayings that are heard- Duanisms and he has an obsession of scaring people and jumping out at them. He makes me laugh so so so much and the reason this post has started to sound like a Wanted Poster for Duane or a Advert in the Lonely Hearts section of a newspaper is because Duane requested a dedication post......and is reading this now, as soon as this post went live...."Hiya Duane! If you had given me more notice on a dedicated post it would have been more original but hey, can't blame a girl for trying!" I wouldn't be suprised if the comments box below this post became a hotspot for single women....."see what you have done dear? How can they resist your duck walk and Muttly laugh?" You are a great person.....*grins*.....glad to have met you!!!
Rach
"If there is anyone else out there who would like to have a dedicated post written lemme know...just phone...999, Thankyou"
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