COVID

We finally got the plague last weekend - my husband first (from his work) then me a couple of days later. Number one hadn't been home much due to a hectic social life, so isolated from us, took numerous negative tests and headed off to a pre-planned week in Sydney ... and then tested positive of course, so is spending a week isolating in a small apartment with a presumably less-than-delighted Sydney friend.

We've both been quite sick but nothing worrying, and finally now at about day five/six are starting to feel better. The weather has helped by being cold, windy and rainy, so sitting about hasn't been too much of a hardship, and we're fully equipped for working from home, although most days we haven't really been able to.

The real hardship is having to cancel our much-anticipated two-week holiday back to NZ for Dad's 80th ... first time I'd seen my family for three years and we were having a full family birthday weekend reunion plus staying with everyone around the place. All four of us were going, but the timing with the covid was impossible  ... NZ does covid tests on arrival, and the odds of getting out of quarantine at midnight, travelling 15 hours the next day, testing negative when we got there, not being contagious and infecting Dad (and not feeling like shit, I don't think I could do it) were about zero, so we cancelled the whole thing. Spent half a day unpicking flights, accommodation, cars etc and got out of it without too much hip pocket pain - well, quite a bit, but we expected worse - and we'll go later in the year.

Honestly, two years of pandemic and we get it at exactly the worst possible time. Huh.