I’ve eaten my words today.
Thank goodness I didn’t get to Rome suffering from covid
I’ve spent most of the last 48 hours in bed.
35 degrees with a bad chest could have been lethal.
I’m mindful of my place in the covid demographic,
It wasn’t meant to be , I’m sorry Rachel .
I got up early this morning , put broad beans, a little chilli, garlic, ginger and stock into the slow cooker and after walking the dogs went back to bed.
And apart from toilet stops there I have stayed until 9 pm.
The soup was like eating gruel, so I gave up
Late to the party I’ve completely lost my sense of taste and smell too.
The girls and Albert followed me around the garden as it was getting dusk and watched me carefully as I cut long blooms from the leggy Nepeta by the gate. I collected a nice bunch which I put into a glass of water and placed it on the fire mantle.
That about finished me off,
Even that small exertion made me feel breathless
Which is sobering again
Thank fuck for the vaccine