09:30 Lois drives me to the hospital for my coronavirus test, which is fixed for 9:50 am. We get there in plenty of time, and we don't have to buy a ticket for the parking, because I've paid in advance using the saba app - ha!
I get out of the car and stroll towards what I think is the correct entrance. There isn't a soul around, and there are no signs saying "This Way To The Coronavirus Testing". I go outside again and try the next entrance round to the left: again, nobody around, so I go up the stairs to the next level: both lifts are out of order - what madness!
the wrong entrance
At last I see somebody to ask: by now I'm practically running, so as not to be late - a classic scenario!!!! Eventually I find the right place, despite the lack of signs. There's nobody else coming for a test seemingly - I thought there'd be a crowd - so the nurse ushers me in at once.
the right entrance: simples!
She has a long stick to swab the back of my throat: luckily I have only a momentary gag-reflex in response. The second part is when she sticks one up my nostrils - to me this is a ticklish sensation (literally), and the nurse urges me to try and relax my face: she thinks I'm panicking but I'm just trying not to laugh haha!
They will only contact me if the test is positive, the nurse says. Otherwise I have to turn up as requested on Wednesday morning at 7:45 am for tests - yikes! I don't mind them testing me, just as long as they don't find anything wrong: that's my "red line" haha!
This is the hospital where both my parents died, at different times, but in both cases it wasn't the hospital's fault, let me be the first one to say. And this fact doesn't give the place "bad vibes" for me, in any case. If I eventually do die at this hospital at some point in the future, I can fantasize that my mummy is coming to fetch me haha (again)!
The downside of now having taken the coronavirus test, is that both myself and Lois now have to self-isolate until my appointment on Wednesday morning. I believe this means doing what we are doing now, except we can't leave our property. If we want to do a walk we'll have to do it in the garden - we're fortunate that we've got a fairly big garden - yikes!!!
15:00 Otherwise it's another wet and windy day - my god! But there's good news on the horizon for next month, which is nice.
And about time too! Wake up, Met Office !!!!!
21:00 We settle down on the couch and watch some TV, the third and last episode of "The Pursuit of Love", based on Nancy Mitford's novel, set in the 1930's, about two "besties", the cousins Fanny, the sensible one, and Linda, the wild, romantic one.
An entertaining final episode, despite some anachronistic feminist views which Lois assures me weren't in the book - what madness!
Fanny's mother appears in the story from time to time, but she is never named - she's always referred to as "The Bolter", from her habit of never staying with any one man more than a few weeks at a time: she's what we might call a serial "manizer" (this is my word, patent pending haha!).
Tonight we see "The Bolter" visiting the rest of the family at their mansion in Oxfordshire, accompanied by her latest "squeeze", the Spaniard, Juan, who rescued her from a prison camp in war-torn Spain.
"The Bolter" and Juan can't talk to each other because of the language problem, so their relationship "is based solely on intercourse".
Bolter's daughter Fanny doesn't approve of this, however. But when Fanny protests to her mother, we get an insight into Bolter's policy on men.
I don't know! What a crazy world we live in !!!!!
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzz!!!!!
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