Am I A Viking?

One of my Christmas presents, given jointly by Dillon, Flo, and Jackie, was an Ancestry DNA testing kit.

Having plucked up courage to register this on line, to follow the instructions to provide material for testing, to seal it up, and to post it, I gave it a go.

First I needed to log onto Ancestry’s web site and directions for reading and entering my own specific code. With much trepidation I managed this.

Then came following the directions for spitting into a tube up to the right level, replacing the supplied funnel from which my saliva slipped down the glass with a cap containing stabilising fluid, tightening the cap to secure the fluid, shake it all about to ensure a good mix, seal it up in the supplied container packet placed in the postage paid box, and hand it to Jackie to post when she went shopping.

If you have managed to follow all this, please be impressed.

Now what would I want with one of these?

Well, ever since I received surgery as detailed in the following post:

and discovered that this condition is known as the Viking’s disease; having a Yorkshireman as a maternal grandfather and at 6’3″ in my prime having been very tall for one born 7 weeks premature in 1942 and surviving, I have nurtured a fantasy that I may have antecedents, many of whom lie buried in Yorkshire.

Later, I posted

This evening we all dined on Jackie’s penne Bolognese with Parmesan cheese to which I added some of my Scotch Bonnet sauce and with which I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.