Keith and I had no choice but to go to the Weston Favell Centre because I needed to pay a cheque into my parents' bank account, I had Keith's DNA sample to send, and my Dad wanted a battery put into his watch. We parked and walked in and Keith noticed a large section of wall given over to the centre's 50th anniversary last year. To my utter delight, I saw two photographs of my family - one of my Nan with David Jacobs, and below, another of all of us standing with him! I would have been about 6 or 7 at the time!
I paid in the cheque via a machine at the bank, which was simple, and I couldn't resist telling one of the staff about the photos as she knew my parents!
From the bank, we popped up to the post office and I sent off the sample for £4 (a lot cheaper than sending it to the US) and dropped Dad's watch off at Timpson's. While the battery was being fitted Keith and I went for a coffee at Costa and did a spot of people watching! So, all in all, it wasn't as unpleasant an experience as I'd thought!
Once we'd collected Dad's watch we tried to get the VW washed but when I went to pay for the ticket, I was told a car had broken down at the entrance to the carwash. I paid anyway and said I'd go back tomorrow after work instead.
We returned home, I dropped Keith off and carried on over to the care home where I saw Mum and Dad for a little while and gave my Dad his watch. He kept asking about the CD player again, which was a tad frustrating! I'd already told him countless times how to work the machine!
Back home, I pootled about and tidied up our messy kitchen. I hoovered downstairs and mopped the floor in the kitchen and conservatory, and Keith prepared the ingredients for tonight's dinner of chicken and mushroom soup.
At 4pm, I headed to the GP surgery in Brixworth for a smear test. I'd last had this done in 2020 and it was a thoroughly unpleasant ordeal, with a nasty nurse who had insisted on taking my blood pressure and weighing me. Well, it wasn't going to happen today!
I won't go into details about the test, but it was slightly uncomfortable with two nurses present. Oh, the joys of getting older! There was no mention of taking my blood pressure or weighing me and I left feeling hugely relieved! My next, in five years, will be my last!
Before Sophie came home I made the soup and it was simmering away gently when she arrived back. I was a bit worried as it didn't taste of much, but after blitzing it, adding a generous drop of Sherry and mixing in cooked, shredded chicken, it was delicious. We served the soup with garlic flatbreads and there was enough for lunch tomorrow!
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