Well, I only said a few weeks ago that I wasn’t dead and that I had been very lucky to avoid ‘rona. Well, turns out that was a huge joke. Last Sunday, I had come back positive with COVID-19, suspected to be the Omicron variant, as I’ve had all the obvious symptoms. Headache, sore throat, dry cough, blocked nose…all the classics of seven days of bed rest and enough paracetamol to knock out a small bull elephant. It meant that Christmas has been put on hold as I was due to fly back to Canada to see my parents (I’m half Canadian, half Norwegian as you can tell through my southern English accent). However, it looks as if I won’t be able to see them before New Year’s, so that’s a whole thing.

I’ve made a recovery now. Two negative flow tests later, and with new government guidelines indicating that you can now resume normal activities before the 10 day isolation period is done, I’m free and will be getting back to normal. Just can’t believe that I’m ending 2021 the same way I started it: stuck inside.