On the Tuesday before Christmas I was a bit congested in the evening and had a sore throat - both things that often happen when I'm a bit run down. However, in the morning I woke up noticeably worse, so did a Covid test.
I initially thought: "gosh, that control line came up fast", before realising it was no control line... So I cancelled my plans for the day, told Martin and Sarah, and went straight to bed.
