So it’s no secret that my son and I have had Covid. Having Covid has been bad enough. It’s been weird rather than bad but I’ve not going to talk about that because a lot of people have been worse than me.
It’s being in Isolation. It’s driven me Insane and I mean Insane. At the start I thought, fine. I can live with being in isolation. I can catch up on all the things I’ve neglected. I’ve got books to write. Plenty of knitting and crochet to do. All the things I’d got lined up you wouldn’t believe.
My son was in the ‘Plague Pit’ as he nicknamed it. First day, no problem. Second day, not too bad. Third day I started to get tetchy. I got stupid calls on my mobile phone which annoyed me. Where did I buy the Paper for my Printer? Did my Gardener go and get it for me? Pardon. I started to panic for some stupid reason. Than another one. Did I know the insurance for my Fire Extinguishers at my business premises was due to be renewed? Another panic. I’ve got an on-line craft shop. Why did they want to ask me that question. Who were these people. Panic again.
I found I had no appetite. I’d still got my taste but I couldn’t be bothered to eat. My concentration was muddled. I decided to go and sit in the garden and what did I do? Sit down in the cold and before I knew it, I was talking to a bird that had perched out there.
“Hello” I said gently “You alright?” Now I’m talking to a bird!
Then I thought I need to do something a bit more exciting. So – I got it. I changed to ring tone on my mobile phone. I hadn’t done that for a long time. So I did that. I’d watched every episode of Upstairs Downstairs. Other box sets. For some reason I couldn’t concentrate on reading anything on my Kindle.
Anyway, I did a lateral flow test this morning and I’m still positive, so with the weather still being like winter, I shall – good question – send everyone who is in isolation my good wishes and hope we’re all released from this prison soon.
Carol Yeomanson Books 