Sunday and it is release from COVID isolation day ,in theory. I woke at 6 o’clock to take my meds and antibiotics and as it now usual I make honeyed toast and coffee as meds chasers. I take them back to bed and nibble them as I do the first Pitcherwits puzzle of the day. I weigh myself, a usual Sunday ritual, to find I weigh 96.7 kilos, down from last week. This is a miracle as I have not trained for weeks now having been ill. I go back to sleep and wake again at gone 10 o’clock. I put my washing in, make more coffee and join my partner in the lounge who is trying to “get on with it”. I start the blog and ready myself to do another Lateral Flow Test. I am obviously hoping that after all the meds, pills, infusions, potions, lozenges , general bone pointing over the shoulder, incantations, bestial sacrifices, appeasement of the gods and general desiring to be better, that my next LFT is negative. See you on the other side, as the Jamaican nurses used to say as they waved me off in the ambulance.

Lateral Flow Test done: Outcome: Positive. Consequences: more isolation, and no going to the BGSPD conference next week. Thus my re-retirement will not happen amongst colleagues in a conference environment but on my couch at home or in the garden. My Monday will be my day of finishing admin.

My afternoon has been spent resting, bring in and sorting out my washing and taking pain killers as my back pain is getting no better, so tomorrow along side my life admin I will be ring the GP. In the meantime there is Stranger Things to watch and discover if Hooper is still alive and whether El will recover her powers.