We hurled ourselves out of our respective beds at the ungodly hour of 8.00 am (I was a hero and did my hurling at 7.30 am and got washed and dressed there and then). The reason for all this madness was that today our cleaning lady was due and we feel we’ve got to be up and doing when she comes, and the house not too untidy. Cleaning up for the cleaning lady may seem a bit counterintuitive, but, there you go. She duly arrived on her electric bike and gave us our two hour’s worth. She has applied for a job, and got one, at a local food preparation firm so we don’t quite know how she is going to combine her factory work with her domestic jobs.
Then it was my turn to set forth to the Health Centre for my monthly blood test which is done by the Health Care Assistant. I noticed on her computer screen that it is classed as a “full blood test”. The results usually take about a week to come back so this time next week we will be ringing up to see where my haemoglobin has got to. It goes down a bit every month and they have set a figure of 80 as the lowest they will permit and if and when it reaches this I am to go and have a blood transfusion.
We then went down into the town and stopped at the baker’s and stocked up with goodies and things for lunch. My “thing” was a bridie – they do very good bridies, well packed with meaty filling and one bridie is a good lunch – as no doubt it was meant to be when eaten by the worker or farm labourer.
