I donate blood every fifty-six days, always booking my next date on each visit. I’m very grateful that I remain healthy and physically able to do this, since I know there is always a need. I’ve done these regular donations for many, many years now, but recently the pandemic has disrupted this and only very recently have I, once again, savoured the satisfaction of regular donations. It feels so good to give.

The other morning, I woke up from a disturbing morning dream. In my dream, I was donating blood but I was unable to fill the bag with blood and what I did give lacked the essential components needed. I felt inadequate and disappointed.

It wasn’t until later that day that it struck me. My dream was a direct reflection of a recent experience of trying but failing to help a friend in trouble; someone whose life, like so many people, has been disrupted by the pandemic.

Interesting how our minds work away subconsciously at things we are struggling with. I’ve decided to redouble my efforts to donate blood regularly and to always try and help people, even when it may seem hopeless.