Still in isolation awaiting the results. Curled up with a cuppa whilst BB naps. Hubster was on to me straight away when I suggested I go and lie down “to rest”. Git.
He’s also pointed out we’ve ran out of toblerone and cant go out (that noise is my waist line rejoicing). In an absolute panic I’ve binge eaten his hob nobs. He’s not noticed yet. I will also helpfully point out we are in isolation when he discovers we have none in.
Apart from that, I’ve had worse hangovers than this so far. Just a really sore throat and a feeling of ugh. I sort of hope I’ve got it, if this is the worst it’s going to affect me. To get it over with.
Hope everyones having lovely sober saturdays. Its pouring here and cold but I’m snuggled up quite happily and quite like the doom.