Background, I was made redundant about 14 months ago and have only just found work. Although I've survived without a wage I obviously had to let some luxuries go until now-so I booked myself a massage at the first opportunity, which was for yesterday. Not just a luxury really, I have an old shoulder injury and a lot of back pain.
I also had picked up a load of logs in my car the day before yesterday, but when I returned home it was a bit dark so they were still in my car yesterday.
I returned from home, yesterday had a shower and went to go for my massage. At this point my friend was walking past my house and we stopped and had a chat. I mentioned the logs and he offered to take them out of the car and put them in the shed for me. I thanked him and went off to my appointment.
And then the period from hell arrived as I was walking down the street. I had no option but to continue to my appointment but I was wearing a pair of light-coloured jeans and a small jacket, and short sleeved top so I was just hoping and praying that nothing would show through!
Got to my massage lady and told her what had happened, apologising profusely and she said 'Don't worry! I am a woman! I understand! I'll put an extra towel down, not a problem!' I've never been to this therapist before, she was so lovely.
But as you can imagine my massage was not the relaxing experience it should've been! Luckily I managed to get a lift back home from my Mum.
It might be worth noting that on the way there, I walked under a ladder where an oblivious bloke was blocking the path with it and had gone to rummage in his van.
So I arrive home and I mention to my Mum that I have a lovely cake in the fridge that I won't eat, does she want it? She does. I go to get it. She asks me to put it in the boot of her car I do this, close boot and my Mum just drives off. With my handbag, phone, coat etc all still in the passenger seat of her car. So I have to chase her down the street in my blood-soaked jeans, and she doesn't see me until the end of the road.
Anyway with my belongings retrieved, as there's still a touch of daylight left I decide to go to my car and see if I can vacuum out any bits of twig etc that may have come off the logs as they're now all removed.
I open the boot-and it is still full of logs.
Turns out, my friend didn't look in the boot, just cleared the ones off the back seat. Why?!
I ring him and (after thanking him for his help) as him why he has only cleared half of them from the car and it transpires that he just didn't think of looking in the boot.
My questions are;
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if you were my friend, would you have not looked in the boot? I mean who doesn't utilise their boot first, when they're picking up something like that?
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how do I get blood out of my jeans 
they're dry clean only. What I've done so far is soak them in cold water. I don't want to ruin them-Can I send them to a dry cleaner with stains from blood 
not envy?