Happy New Year

In bed with COVID so not sure it’s such a happy new year. I am the last person to fall ill this Christmas/New year in the family but I have cared for all those feeling poorly with special homemade broth, hot toddies, lemon and honey, pills and TLC. Isn’t it weird how that doesn’t mean I can retire to my bed and get fed freshly made chicken broth, lemon and honey, and copious amounts of TLC when I get sick. I don’t mind really – am no good at asking and very good at saying no it’s ok when help is offered. So maybe a new year’s resolution should be made here and now. My husbant started to fall ill in that weird time between Christmas and new year when you are still stuffing your face with unnecessary chocolates. But when I did my COVID test today, and it was positive, I encouraged him to go and buy some fresh ones and for him to test. We had a large batch of tests which were too old and had no liquid left in the vials. He returned triumphant with a box of five. I removed all the equipment and explained he had to put the swab up both nostrils and twirl it around a bit. Oh the noises! It was like a wildebeest was being castrated. He then presented me with his swab and had used the wrong end. How is that ever a thing? I love him to bits but really, what? I explained the concept of the soft absorbent end and, as usual, he says he wasn’t allowed to do physics at school…

Turns out he is positive too. Explains a lot of the grumpiness on both sides this Christmas/New Year.

While I still had an ounce of energy, I started undressing the tree. There were more needles on the floor than on the tree – watering the tree is way down the list of things to do at Christmas. By the time I had removed the last decoration, it was just a stick. But I love all our decorations – each one has a story. I started to struggle with the effort of removing the tinsel the towards the end while husbant sat watching the cricket. I remembered a couple of years ago a friend had fallen and broken her leg trying to put her Christmas tree decorations in her loft. I realised it was a common problem.

Have left the rest of the deforestation in the living room to the boys – I can hear a dustpan and brush being used and with all my fingers crossed, I hope to hear the hoover soon… but I guess they might wait til the cricket is over – it’s an exciting match, apparently.

Not promising daily updates, but it’s good to talk. Will rest now and listen to the fantastic ‘This thing of darkness’ on R4.