The Gorse Fox had an uncomfortable night. He had the hot dry throat that is, so often, the harbinger of a cold. By the time he went to bed, he had an unpleasant catarrh. Sleep was not forthcoming. When he did drift off, a bought of coughing would wake him. When he finally got up, he felt a bit under par and decided that football would not be a good idea. A quiet day at home was re-planned.
The Silver Vixen and Urban-Cub were going out for a day at Haskins Garden Centre. The Gorse Fox used the time to do some further refinements to his photo filer. He also took a Lateral Flow Test. The instructions say you should wait 30 minutes to see the results. The Gorse Fox's result had stabilised in about 5 minutes... "Dooby dooby do do...my Corona" (as The Knack once sang). Having avoided it for two years, he has finally succumbed. To be fair, he doesn't feel too bad... he still has his sense of smell and taste, he has a dry cough (but not all the time), and just feels a degree or so under the weather. He will, however, isolate at home until he is clear. (This meant cancelling our planned lunch with the Silver Vixen's sister and brother-in-law on Saturday).
We have Ellie with us over night, so the Gorse Fox will have to try and stay clear.
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