I have Covid, so has Margaret. It’s got us
at last, although we may have had a different variant earlier in the pandemic
and not realised … who knows?
There’s no
doubt this time. I take a lateral-flow test each week before my Spanish classes
just to make sure I’m not infective and the test showed I was positive almost
immediately. Margaret tested herself and was also positive.
I didn’t
feel ill (still don’t, touch wood) but I thought it strange that I couldn’t
smell the hyacinths I’d grown and which are now in full flower. When I got my
nose to them, I could just detect a scent, but I knew this wasn’t right.
We now have
to isolate at home for five days. If I pass a lateral-flow test on day 6 and
day 7 (Saturday and Sunday) I can come out of isolation, otherwise I have to do
a full 10 days.
Of course,
we’re sticking to the rules; unlike our Prime Minister who is now being
investigated by police for staging a number of rule-breaking social events
during the lock-down he imposed. He is, without doubt, the worse PM I have ever
seen (and that’s something after the fiasco that was Theresa May).
Personally,
I hope he’s forced out of office and the Conservative Party implodes, but then
I am a little biased in these matters.
