A while ago, I sent off for two of those do at home DNA tests. Mirinda suggested it ages ago. She is desperate to discover how much Viking there is in her genetic make up. So, we did the spit and sent them off.
I had the results of mine today and, it seems, I am part tomte. My DNA shows I am 5% Swedish/Danish. So, as well as being a New Swede, I’m also a very Old Swede. I’m also a bit Norwegian. Sadly, the one thing I really wanted to be, I am not. There is no Italian in me.
In fact, I am 59% southern and central English, 18% Welsh and 10% Scottish, which makes me a bit too pure Brit for my liking. There’s 4% Irish just to temper it a bit.
While I wasn’t that lucky in the DNA stakes, I was when it came to the end of the Great White Goods Saga. Yes, the washing machine finally turned up, was installed and the old one taken away. It happened very quickly at around 2:30pm. By 3pm, I had a load on.
Mind you, having been bombarded with text messages and emails for the previous two attempts, this time there was nothing. It was beginning to look like I’d have to stay at home all day, waiting. I popped onto their website and discovered a Live Chat option. I figured I had nothing to lose so I hit the button.
I figured it would be a chat bot but, no, it was the very helpful Sarah who actually gave me an answer. The machine would be delivered betwixt 3:30 and 5:30pm. I was very grateful and headed off to Waitrose.
The morning was a bit drizzly. One of those days when people use big golfing umbrellas in order to stop the non-existent rain from falling on them. It never ceases to amaze me. There were also a lot of raincoats. Given I’m 59% southern and central English, maybe I should join them in their unnecessary attire.
Starbucks was a bit dull. Bonnie was serving and a new person (Charlotte) was making the coffee. Neither of them were particularly chatty. It doesn’t happen very often but, sometimes, like this morning, I feel like a stranger.