After what seems like a much longer stay than it probably was, my uninvited guest, Covid-19, has packed its grotty bags and gone.
It has finally bid its farewells and left my body. I think. I REALLY hope. It does feel as though it’s moved on. It’s definitely done its best with me, anyway, and I’m not keen to invite it back in again.
It wasn’t, it has to be said, very pleasant company. Its presence was exhausting and came accompanied by nasty side-effects.
Hang on… why, for goodness’ sake, am I talking about it as though it’s a person? I didn’t think of measles as a bloke when I was rendered “touch-and-go” delirious by it during my primary school years.