“Some people can be SO selfish,” I hear you say. “I can’t get a testing kit for love nor money, not that I’m paying money for a test kit, yet there’s this third rate blogger with one loyal reader testing every single day in order to find something to write about.” Hmm. You may be onto something, but for all that here’s today’s Covid update.
The good news is that I feel much better, well enough to finally get out of the house, do some shopping and see what other human beings look like. I can’t even tell if my new and continuous cough is new at all, or whether it’s my usual asthma but apart from that, and still feeling knackered, I’m ready to go. The bad news is that on Day Six I am STILL testing positive. The second line on my testing kit is not as thick as the top one, it’s not a faint a red line either, and very obviously a positive test.
Today’s test is also clear enough to suggest tomorrow’s will be positive, too, which in itself is of zero significance. So I have to stay at home for a seventh successive day. My God: if that is such a bad thing, I’d probably need to give my head a big wobble. Considering some 175,000 of my fellow Brits have died from Covid, including my mother in law and several friends, and there are others who have long Covid, that wobble will not be necessary.
Have a good day today and, as the great comedian Dave Allen used to say, may your God go with you.
