I lost it with the neighbour’s Charlie this morning and shouted across the gardens like a loon
“ Will you shut that fucking dog up ?”
A pure case of transference , but it has worked for a hour or so.
I’m still symptomatic of covid, and unfortunately it’s been a rather difficult week. I’m still breathless at times even though I’ve spent what feels like hours in a hot shower and under tea towelled menthol infusions .
Nights have proved to be especially difficult .
I can only liken the sensation to be breathing through a rigid and very long tube which is hardened with secretions like amber, where coughs have not the power of the ability to make things clearer.
By rights any ordinary virus would have broken by now into its snotty stage, but my secretions remain like toffee, and I am tired all of the time as well as headachy.
Occupational health hold me to re LFT test today and tomorrow
Today’s positive test flashed up in seconds
And so I’m still isolating .
Ma Manley at the Still House left me some covid tests out this morning as I had run out.
After I had collected them Mr Poznan cheerfully popped his head in through the passenger door window to say hello and got a shriek of “ Ive got covid!!!” in return .
He’s got a terribly weak heart and looked rather grey after I had bellowed at him.,
Bless him.
This is all a bit tiresome
But I know I’m one of the lucky ones
Sainsbury’s have delivered my food and the sun is shining
It could have been a whole lot worse.
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