Feeling prickly...

.. today. Hate needles, despite giving blood each year when I was working (a good skive for an hour and free tea and biccies). The nurses are much more sympathetic nowadays, but I'll never forget the chiding I got from a stroppy old biddy of a nurse years ago, when I flinched and had to look away as she rammed the needle in: "Come come, dear - you're a married woman!". She wasn't wearing a ring, so I can only assume she thought the horrors of wedlock were worse than anything she could put my way... She may have been right of course.