5th February 2015

I was over at Mum and Dad’s for dinner this evening.  There is nothing like home cooked food.  Fresh asparagus, meat cooked on the BBQ, and fresh fruit for dessert.  Yum!  While Dad got the BBQ ready I popped up to the chemist to get Dad’s script refilled.

I really do like Mum and Dad’s pharmacist, he knows his stuff and is a lovely man to boot.  He and his family have been here for years, he came over from Senegal to go to university.  I couldn’t stop for much of a chat, just enough to enquire about his daughter.  She had gone back to Senegal on her gap year to visit her grandmother.  Met a boy and fell in love.  She was now heavily pregnant and ‘stuck’ there until she had the baby.

She was good, though he was nervous about her and would much rather that she was here in Sydney with the rest of her family.

I had to wait while Carl filled the script and I noticed that there was a good stock of surgical gloves so grabbed a couple of boxes, one for Mum, the other for Grace.  I think though I’ll get Mum to hold on to Grace’s along with all the food I brought.

Oh, and in other news.  Richard asked me to go to Waitangi Day festivities with him on Saturday.

27th January 2015

Last week I had a letter from the Blood Donor Centre saying they urgently needed universal donor blood.  My blood.  I had my donation appointment today and when I got there, Richard was in the waiting room.  Turns out we both have a moral conscious when it comes to giving blood.  Part of our  responsibility to humanity.  We ended up on beds next to each other which was nice to be able to chat to someone while they took a litre of the red stuff.  It was nice to have someone to take my mind off it.  Not that I’m squeamish, I just not a huge fan of seeing blood.

Richard shared that blood donation is organised a little differently in NZ.  Like here, you can book an appointment or turn up to the local blood donation centre, however they also have mobile blood donation units.  The units turn up at schools, universities, and businesses.  They set up for the day and people cycle through to give blood.  Making it easy to donate means they get a really good turnout.  People who might have just had “good intentions” actually donate.

I was a little disappointed to head back to work after the tea, biscuits and chat with Richard.

I wonder where I will ‘bump’ into him next…?