Worm-tastic made my worm composter

Got a big black bin, put a water butt tap in the bottom. Put some stones in the bottom. Put a bit of black cloth over the stones. Putin some peaty moist compost. Made a hole in the compost,put in some tiger worms.
covered the compost with a moist it of coir mat.
sprinkle on some worm food.
Closed the lid.
That is my worm bin.
Hopefully, they will destroy the teabags and organic kitchen waste I produce, which upon closer inspection, isn't a whole lot.
But that is done.

Now to findan incubator and get me some eggs sorted. :)

Blood

My ancestry means I have rare B-negative blood. Not good if I have a nasty bike accident, no blood in the UK for me, so I thought I’d top up the stocks with my own, and there might be enough in there should anything nasty happen.
First time I went, they got their pint, and I got a card, and a letter and I felt really proud of myself.
I went back a few months later cos I got a letter saying stocks were low, please can I donate some more. Fine. Another pint. But the nurses were really nasty and made holes in both my arms to get the blood out, freaked me out a little. I was like a pin cushion, but they only needed one needle in.
Another letter a few months later, another pint. Cool, I’m single-handedly stocking up my stash for if this nasty bloody accident happens 
So I went back a few months later after another pleading guilt-trip letter asking for my blood, plasma or bone marrow, and turns out after prodding me with some more needles, that they didn’t really want it because I am anaemic. I blame this vegetarian lifestyle I’m living – not enough red meat for those iron cells!
And they send me letters so often, I feel the cost of posting them to me could be better spent with researching how to make artificial blood from tomatos, like Count Duckula or something.

Farmer

And the farmer who is the company's landlord is a C You Next Tuesday.
He is.
Just him being in the office makes me seethe.
Grrr.