Still tested strongly positive yesterday so had to arrange for a drop of emergency groceries from Deliveroo despite the fact that I could have walked across the road and bought them far more quickly (and with much less irritation as it happens).
The boy set up the new little shredder (of which he approves) and shredded all the confidential waste that was lurking in a pile. This wiped him out.
I half-heartedly picked at some work but concentration really isn't great.
We decided to attack the fridge beer - what remains. Moor PMA stood up well to post-COVID tastebuds, the Wildbeer NZ pale was pretty good too.
For me, wine isn't great - it's really interesting what viruses do to your taste.
Today we've taken out all the rubbish and read the electric meter. Only one trip in the lift but by the time we had done the deed, we were both knackered again.
This is the most frustrating time of these sorts of bugs - a bit like, many years ago, when the boy had flu that lasted for weeks.
For quite a lot of the day you feel not too bad - no gross symptoms of anything in particular - your appetite returns and you feel like you ought to be able to do things.
In fact, you really can't.
We're at that point now - we've managed a 10 minute amble around the block and now I'm done-for.
What I want - what I really, really want is to GO TO THE PUB.
Thankfully there are still a couple of cans left in the fridge so I'm going to have to make do with this can of Porter for now.
And then maybe have a bit of a lie-down
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