Pic of the week 20/2/22
It was, perhaps, inevitable. Since the pandemic arrived two years ago, none of the four of us have had Covid, until now.
Last Sunday, Becky started snuffling, and blaming me for giving her my cold. On Monday morning she did a Covid test and it was positive. She has since tested daily, and each day the two lines appear, returning a positive result.
So that scuppered our plans to meet Sam in Bristol on Tuesday, but he also did a test on Monday which came back positive. So both Becky & Sam confined to barracks for the week. Sophie & I (Sophie came home on the Friday before Becky tested positive) tested daily, but negative. I suspect that Becky may have picked up the illness when she went to the theatre (with Sophie!) on Saturday 12th Feb. Sophie returned to Reading on Thursday, but then, today, Sunday, tested positive.
I’ve kept my distance from Becky, been sleeping in Sam’s room, and the house is well ventilated so, one week on, I’m quietly confidence I will escape its clutches. However, if I do fall ill, not sure what I’ll have to do as tomorrow our idiot Prime Minister Johnson (the worst PM of my lifetime) is set to abandon all Covid protocols …
We wouldn’t have been able to do anything on Friday anyway as we were battered by Storm Eunice. At least we new it was coming, we were in a Red Warning zone and my, were the winds strong, starting a little later than predicted at circa 9am and lasting the morning and into early afternoon. Next door (down the hill) had a few ridge tiles blown off their roof, narrowly missing the Corsa (which sailed through its MOT this week – I had put two new tyres on the front, and new wiper blades – all it needed was a drivers side track rod end) and my recycling centre got blown over (fixed it yesterday), however given the damage that was done across the South West, I think we got off lightly. Is now windy once again, but nothing as bad as Friday.
Storm Eunice – the aftermath
I have done a lot in the garden this week – plenty of cutting back. A good time to do it before all the new growth kicks in. All the while I’ve been outside I’ve enjoyed the clumps of daffodils that have sprouted in my lawn.
