Unsurprisingly, we have Covid. I say unsurprisingly because although I have been steadfastly avoiding people for almost two years, my good lady wife her indoors is a teacher in a secondary school, and our all-knowing Government have mandated that masks in schools should not be compulsory and have failed to provide adequate ventilation for classrooms and corridors and other indoor areas.
Pause for breath.
So that gets us to this;
So as three of the four of us all four of us have the virus, we are a trio foursome of self-isolationists. This has pissed on my bonfire somewhat. Plans have been scuppered. Two attempts to go sailing have been unsuccessful. I was going to have a near-final day sailing with Arthur to run through reefing. And I still need one more day on the boat, finishing off the list of jobs. But this hiatus is pushing the calendar back and I want to be getting on, not standing still.
My good lady wife her indoors is currently tapping away at her laptop (she’s a teacher, it’s what they do on Sunday afternoons). She’s arranging teaching cover for all of her classes for the coming week. The other Covidee is upstairs in her den, listening to what she calls music and doing digital artwork. Unlike me, these two victims actually sound like they’re unwell. Even though she’s upstairs we can hear the music-listening one coughing away like an old collier.
But it’s not all doom and gloom interspersed with lots of sitting around doing nothing. In the last week I’ve got a lot of jobs done inside and outside the house. And there’s still a lot of reading to be done (the pile of unread books became so tall it had to be split into two piles of unread books). And I’m still working on getting The Difficult Second Novel published (an almost full-time job in itself).
I’m also trying to get a shipment of aid out to Ukraine. My original plan was to fill either a 10t or 7.5t lorry with the required aid and drive it to the required destination. I’ve got a lot of helpful information from the Ukraine Government, and their assistance with transport permissions is pretty good. Our own Government’s assistance, however, is woefully inadequate and even downright unhelpful. However, bureaucracies aside, it looks like I have to scale back the quantities I’d envisaged taking The person who volunteered to be the co-driver only has a car/van licence. Ho hum.
Similarly, the females in the Masher household (dog excepted) are riddled with the dreaded lurgi.
Coughing and sneezing and aching and moaning, they’re making my life hell.
Even as I speak, after coming in from walking the dog for two hours, I’ve found them both fast asleep on their respective sofas, so dinner for me tonight is ravioli on toast… in front of the computer. How I suffer.
I think they both have Covid. They certainly have the symptoms. However, they have each done several lateral flow tests and have shown negative each time.
Me? I have a mild headache.
It might get worse.
As of this morning, the good lady wife her indoors has a positive PCR test too. She’s required to take one because she’s an essential person. So she’s now essentially isolating. Or isolating in an essential way.
She is essentially demonstrating isolation.