Thus ends the story of how COVID came to visit (no sequels please).
It was with great gushing gobs of enthusiasm that I removed our COVID isolation sign. I was going to throw it in the bin before thinking better of it, and putting in in a drawer….to ward off evil spirits.
Technically Kelly and I have both completed our seven days isolation. Kelly gets a couple of bonus days before she returns to work (she is still has that persistent cough).
Up early. Meditation. Gym. Those weights got heavier. Home.
I was running around like a labrador on lino.
- Floor vacumed.
- Laundry washed and hung to dry.
- Breakfast sorted.
Grabbing Juno, we headed off for a long cold walk in the fresh air. We drove out to the National Arboretum . Kelly stayed in the car whilst the dog and me braved the icy wind.
We sniffed and floloped and investigated all the way out to the far end of the park. Then we turned and headed back. It was uphill and into the wind all the way. We did not care one speck.
On the way back we made a pit stop at the local COVID clinic to get Kelly some meds for her cough.
Finally, I went shopping for some well depleted fresh groceries. Just in the nick of time. I have almost exhausted my extensive repertoire of baked beans recipes. Almost.
It is great to see Woolworths at least making an effort to reduce the plastic packaging on their fruit and veggies.
People, lets not be squeezing those tomatoes and then putting them back . OK?
And that was it. A simple boring day. Sorry.
My epilogue to the COVID story is this….
You don’t know how much you got to be grateful for ‘till you brush with COVID isolation*.
Even just for seven days.
Here endeth the lesson.
* Of course, thousands and thousands of people already know this.
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