All I want for Christmas is... my PCR test results and a hug.
After last year's Christmas celebrations were "cancelled" for many of us in England due to surging Covid infections, this festive season was supposed to be extra special. Somehow perhaps we could miraculously heal the isolation of the past festivities by having extra hugs and a third helping of Christmas pudding this time? Even though I enjoy a quiet Christmas day with Martin, I also relish being out with others. Whether that is having a mince pie with friends at their beach hut and playing with their twins or even simply having a winter swim and chat with other neighbours. Last year we couldn't do any of these things due to restrictions, so this year I was going to do it ALL. Or so I thought. Except by the Wednesday before Christmas, my snuffly cold had worsened and I was in bed with a fever of 37.8 ℃. Even though the lateral flow tests had been clear, with a fever I needed a PCR test. Apparently I had about a 50-50 chance of having Covid rather than a bad co