There are two times of year I miss Canada most. In the dead of winter, when rainy Scotland offers up crisp and sunny days but seldom more than a sprinkling of snow by my standards, I remember bitterly cold Christmases in Toronto as a teenager. We didn’t have “snow days” when I was a kid, but it didn’t matter because our parents would let us ski to school. My primary school was in a valley, so without snow chains on 4x4s they couldn’t make the slide down nor the icy climb back up that hill. We always went skating on Milliken Mills Pond as soon as it was frozen solid, where there were no ramps to hold onto, only an older cousin’s mittened hand. [Read more…]
I donated blood yesterday; for the first time since high school, I was able to actually give blood. This is the first year in a long time I’ve not been tattooed in 12 months, or pierced, or travelled to an exotic destination that required a heap of inoculations that deemed me ineligible.
Some or most of you will have seen the recent “Missing Letters Campaign” in a drive to promote Blood Donation in the UK, with the letters A, O and B disappearing from place names, shop names, and social media. Sadly there has been a significant decline in new donors, and soon demand might exceed existing supplies of blood for those who need it. I have to admit I was confused for a couple days why some of my friends seemed to be missing half their names on Twitter, but now I’d like to share why I wanted to donate. [Read more…]