I have Covid

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.