We arrived back from Cornwall on Saturday, popped to Moor and on Sunday spent a lovely afternoon playing games in Marthas but it was already apparent the Best Beer Buddy had picked up a virus - we just assumed it was a cold.
Our original plan was to travel back to Eastbourne on Tuesday, but on Monday he felt a bit worse and did a COVID test (there were a couple still sitting in a drawer).
Immediately it showed a positive result. Oh.
I popped over to the supermarket to get essential provisions and we planned to hunker down - assuming that I'd also succumb. Travel out of the question.
Thankfully - and probably in no small part to vaccination programmes and previous experience of the dratted bug - it's not really been too much worse than "a cold" would have been but it's meant that going out to the pub has been off the cards.
He's now perked up and I don't seem to have the same symptoms so we're going to make a little trip outside shortly.
I'm ridiculously excited about that...
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