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What was your fasting blood glucose? (full on chat)

6.1 this morning. Took Poppy for her wash and brush up and while she was at the dog groomers we did a bit of shopping in our market town and then a coffee at costa coffee.

Then back home in time for Mr K to have his hair cut.

Our hairdressers husband is also a long term friend and he also came round to discuss the making of a bird nesting box to encourage blue t*ts into our garden.
 
That was a shame there was no new information and that some of the information was incomplete @Annb.
 
Thank goodness you found it. What a relief @SlimLizzy
 
Krystyna23040 said:
That was a shame there was no new information and that some of the information was incomplete @Annb.
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Yes, but better than a cousin (son of Tom's 1st cousin) who received results of his DNA test a few months ago and found that his Dad was not actually his father. He had never had any inkling that it was the case and, he suspects, neither did his Dad. He was seriously upset about the whole thing, of course. He was asking if Tom had ever heard any hints when they were all younger. I'm pretty sure that, if he had, he would have mentioned it to me. I offered to ask Tom's last surviving sister, but was told not to. Maybe he'll find a match some day and find out who his actual paternal relations are.
 
7.1 I did it when waiting for the doctors to answer.
I should have received a phone call Friday.
The reason, the doctor phoned the old land line. (Twice)
If course it is not in use.
I specifically asked to be phoned on my mobile.
The doctor ignored the request.
Apparently to the receptionist, the doctors don't look at the medical records beforehand!!!!!!!!?????
I have to phone again in morning to get another phone appointment. It is red tape gone mad.

Dry and cold out there. My cold is i.proving but it's hard to stop the shaking in the morning.
Feeling weaker tho.

My best wishes to you lot as always.
 
ianpspurs said:
This seemed topical to me. Ancestry, dna, "the journey", art - sculpture, woodwork, multiculturalism all in one. As always, feel free to enjoy. or ignore.
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Interesting article. Of course, for most people, their distant ancestry isn't important. It actually isn't for me, but it is a fascinating subject and one which allows me to exercise what remains of my mind a bit. Sometimes quite frustrating though. It does, sometimes, give hints as to why those I do remember were the kind of people they were. Sometimes there are similar patterns of behaviour from generation to generation, which I guess must be either genes related, or perhaps environment related. For example, many of my ancestors seem to have been non-conformists in their religious choices - different times, different beliefs, but all stubbornly refusing to conform. I see that in myself even though circumstances have been very different. Or the tendency towards bitter argument, leading to estrangement within families. Or the music gene, which I don't have but which Neil does - from Tom's side of the family. Or the health genes (good or bad) which both Neil and Alistair have inherited from Tom (with extra impetus from me). The health one can only be seen in the last couple of generations, but the stubbornly non-conformist behaviour can be seen way back in the 16th century. Maybe some of that was due to what we now call Asperger's, which Neil definitely has in spades.
 
No wonder the cousin was upset. It must have been a huge shock to him. The downside of DNA testing.
 
My parents who brought me up @Annb were not my birth parents, but I did not know this. At my Aunty J's funeral, my cousin 'I'grabbed my arm, and told me it was my place to walk behind the coffin into the Church, because Aunty J was my mother as well, and he 'I' was my brother. And that he had put in the coffin many gifts that I had made Aunty J. The cat paintings. And Aunty J was wearing the last jumper I had knitted her. I am aware of everyone's eyes on me in the church and I'm trying to compute and process this information.

My now brother 'I', would not discuss this any further on the day of the funeral. There were so many people there it just wasn't possible. I thought I would have time later to come back, it is a fair journey from where I live, and have a proper discussion over this. This was some years ago. But my brother 'I' died shortly afterwards and said there was no further communication on this.

I made the assumption that I had the same father as my cousin/brother 'I', Aunty J's husband.

There was no one else I knew to talk with over this.

Anyway, I applied for Ancestry DNA, and when I got the results, I started getting one or two people wanting to communicate with me. One of them was really interested in my family tree because she was in it too. I hadn't found her at that point, but when I went a bit further, I found her in my tree. But then the bombshell got dropped that Uncle M could not be my father. Further communication with this person, gave no answers. At this point I applied for a couple of other different DNA tests.

In the meantime, daughter in Australia applied for an Ancestry test and got the results. We are quite satisfied that she is my daughter! Obviously, I know she is and that her father is her father.

I haven't had time to give this the attention it needs with everything I'm doing in the house at the moment. But I am aware of the possibility that this might not have a happy ending... and I have also sort of pulled back from it with my daughter.

I do need to go further with this and I'm trying to get this house done so I can concentrate on it over Christmas. My daughter will be busy with her family in Australia. So she won't be looking at it.
 
I am never surprised by any of the dna results.
Until William the bar steward (conqueror) in 1066, the last norse, northman, invasion of Norman peoles, the British isles had been invaded by so many European peoples, that even if you were a Briton or a Pict hiding in some corner ofnowhere, there would still be some East Mediterranean blood in the mix, Romans, Greeks, Saxons, Celts, , and if southern Europe, Arab cos of the Moors etc.
As a famous song said....... Coffee coloured people by the score.
My Welsh, Scottish, Yorkshire, background from my grandfather back should have given me fair skin, maybe fair hair, maybe Celtic hair, etc. I am in fact olive skinned, don't burn in not sun. Blue eyes and what hair I do have, is fair. And I like the rest of the clan, blond until adult, they it darkens.
So where does my olive skin come from? My mum had it. And so did my mother's mother. The Scottish part of the family line.

It is so interesting.
 
I must add, that part of growing up in a city etc. Was the unusual family life that surrounds you.
for instance, one family, if you can call it that.
five children, all different fathers.
then some incense, only finding out when police became involved.
apparently it happened in royalty!!!!

And many more!
 
Thank you @ianpspurs - hadn’t thought about the red wedding, but yes
 
A lot of Scots have Scandinavian bloodlines. Many Scandinavians have blond hair and skin that tans rather than burning. Maybe that's where your mother's side of the family get it from.
 
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