Thursday, July 11

This morning Irma went to donate some blood. I would have gone with her except that they will not accept my blood, now or anytime in the future, unless we find ourselves under wartime conditions.

I lived in England at a period when epidemics of mad cow disease ocurred, and the Finnish medical services believe that that makes my blood too risky to use under most circumstances.

Irma returns with three cans of Pisara, the preferred non-alcoholic lager of people who donate blood. These stood on a table for people to take, so Irma took a sample of all three designs.

I will taste one later and find it genuinely delicious, to the extent that I will wonder if I might find it at a handy local retail outlet.

I find some alcoholic beers (but not all) much preferable to Mountain Dew or Battery.