Another day isolating (four to go) so I’m listening to cricket and drawing a map of Africa.
It’s not the worst thing about the virus, but it’s quite annoying being stuck inside.
It’s nice out there: bright sun, warm air. We were supposed to go to the beach to celebrate a family birthday, but hey, here we are. And I’m quite grateful to have avoided the travel.
I think we’re both feeling a bit better today. The coughing’s down, and I can’t tell where the covid symptoms end and the hay fever begins. Meanwhile, the world feels like an ocean of tissues and lozenges and cups of tea, upon which I sail aboard the good ship sofa - still kitted out as it is, in sheets, pillows, and blankets.
England turned it round against New Zealand. Meanwhile Togo is still nicely sandwiched between Ghana and Benin.
I think the beach would have been packed today. So often in the UK, a beach day is a long drive, tight skin and gritty sandwiches in a sunburnt crowd. Still, I hope they all had a nice time. It would have been nice to go.
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