Ouch

A trip the GP for blood tests (routine) was a mixed bag. I was entertained by the phlebotomist singing along to Barry Manilow as I waited for my appointment. Less amused by how hard she found it to get blood out of me. 3 goes and some bruising!
On the bright side Mr EAnn took me out for lunch afterwards. A new steakhouse in what was a 1930s roadhouse. An improvement in every way except for losing the pub name.
And thankfully it's Friday.