Inevitability

 We've been saying it was inevitable - whist also being concerned we were uniquely rubbish at taking lateral flow tests.

Apart from a nasty virus when the pandemic first hit, just before the initial lockdown, for which there were no test, we've been pretty healthy.

Yeah, the usual quota of sniffly "not feeling very well" spells notwithstanding we seemed to have escaped getting the C-bug.

When the boy succumbed on Sunday we had a slight suspicion.  He was shivery, headachy and under the weather - he also willingly took paracetamol.

The tests we had in the flat didn't seem to be working so I had planned to pop out to the chemist to buy some new ones.  Before I had a chance to do that, I started with similar symptons.  Instead, I bought some for next-day delivery.

By the time they arrived I was in full flat-out mode.

Test results confirmed.  We had finally caught it.

It's Thursday now and we're both just starting to recover.  He's about 36 hours further along the journey than me.  We're both gutted that we haven't been able to do our usual ambling and beering here but we've been feeling so unwell, that we're not exactly gagging for beer right now - and we know that from all viruses you need to give yourself a bit of recovery time.

Mostly, I'm grateful for our genes which seem to have to delivered us relatively robust defence of the disease, more so for the vaccination programme which has almost certainly made our symptoms more manageable - and the personal circumstances which mean we felt confident that taking to our bed for a few days wouldn't affect our ability to pay our bills.

Also firmly remining myself that it's not the same for everyone...but it should be.