the world keeps turning when we're not together

[pensnest]

Beast and I attended a funeral this afternoon, virtually as it took place on the Isle of Wight, for my late grandmother's niece, Rose. I knew her only as the person who visited my Grandma and cheered her up immensely, but she had a rather interesting life. An East Ender, she knew the Kray brothers at school (!) and used to babysit a kid who grew up to be George Michael. She was a fanatical Liverpool fan, and loved Formula 1, Tennis, and boybands. Yes, this 88-year-old lady was played out to Flying Without Wings. Good for her!

It's just as well we had already decided not to go to the Isle of Wight, as I have Covid now.

I suspect this is because we went back to the gym—actually last week, but were there on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, and I only didn't go on Saturday because I went up the road to the local allotments, to their annual Plant Sale. I'm a bit worried, now, as I spent quite a while chatting to a local friend who is recovering from having a vein repaired. We were outside, but still. But I didn't have symptoms on Saturday, so what can one do. I've called to tell her to maybe check with her GP.

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[pensnest]

She was so down-to-earth, I would never have known about her interests if it weren't for the eulogy. She'd have liked our Convention performance.

I have what feels like a really rotten cold, with extra weariness thrown in, so not too bad, really. Beast is, for the moment, without symptoms, so he's going to test in a couple of days.