Ill

I’ve been all kinds (well, 2) of ill recently and it’s rubbish. Last weekend I had (I think) COVID - something along those lines anyway. Then on Wednesday or Thursday my wife and six-year-old both had some sort of norovirus. Lots of sick. Very unpleasant for them, and I was left trying to hold things together. I thought I’d escaped…and then on Saturday night, after sharing an ice-cream spoon with my youngest two…I felt a rumbling in my tummmy and oh no. Sick. Lots of sick. I quarantined in the annexe for Saturday night and was useless on Sunday (which meant my poor, just-recovering wife had to take over all day). It’s just gone Monday and I battled on through at work but still feel a bit dodgy. I don’t note any of this for entertainment purposes, but because I think it’s good to actually write down when I’m ill because otherwise I forget. I assume I’m never ill and then when somebody asks when I was last ill, I genuinely can’t remember. So here I was ill. I’ll do a small bit of…