Yep it’s true. I have Covid. Along with daughter 1 and the two small boys. They are burning hot one minute then grinning the next. Stoic or what. !

It’s a weird bug this. Not to be recommended. But after 100 calls texts emails exhorted to isolate open windows etc I got a call from some covid pharmacist. You really could not make it up. She told me I’d been referred for antiviral treatment.

She said the referral had come via GP. Then said I wasn’t on the ‘pathway’. I said: Well GP seems to think that whatever that path is I’m way onto it. But, look don’t take my word for it read my notes. So she said she needed my permission.

of course I gave. 100 questions later she said. Oh you are on the vulnerable category pathway anti viral blah blah blah. ( No shit Sherlock). I’ll refer you immediately. 10 minutes later lovely nurse from hospital rang. Appointment. Parking. Instructions. Easy. I had iv infusion stuff. Then stayed awhile under observation. Day case. I was the only patient on the unit. Incredibly nice nurse had a tattoo image of lungs on her arm. I admired it and unprompted out poured the post traumatic stress story echoed around the NHS. She could not go back to wards. It had been horrendous what she’d seen and done. We chatted, I could tell her some other stories I’d heard. She said the anti viral clinic was cope-able with. She’s awesome and I told her so. Look at what you’re changing for the better by doing this, I said. Saving lives. Prevention better than cure. Thank-you NHS it’s tough going but when its good it’s effing brilliant

But now the asthma has kicked in. I’ll have to tackle that pathway tomorrow.

BUT football. Those ladies absolutely smashed the glass ceilings. Inspirational. You don’t have to even know much about football to be incredibly proud of behaviour, standards, respect and supporters who rammed that stadium full. Wow.