Last week I said it, didn’t I? We very tired, slightly disillusioned Homesteaders had managed to evade the Covid monster but plugging the gaps and keeping on carrying on was taking it’s toll. Maybe an enforced “holiday” would be worth it, we mused.
It’s fair to say that, on Sunday, The Farmer was pretty unpopular among us. He had been coughing and sneezing his non-Covid germs around the Homestead for a week or so and now, we raged, we had all succumbed to his lurgy. Grrrrr!
It was The Resident Engineer, after a sleepless night which is very, very unusual for her, who decided an early morning Covid test was a good idea; you know, just in case.
For real? It’s finally happened?!
A scurry of testing followed and showed that there was a definite gender divide: Farm Girl, The Engineer and myself tested positive while The Bean Counter and, bizarrely after being the target of the household’s disdain the day before, The Farmer, were negative. Even weirder was Princess Nikita testing positive a day later; she had spent the weekend on The Homestead.
So, how was this going to work?
There have been many, many conversations since the rearing of this pandemic’s ugly head. Our first aid kit is jammed full of panadol, throat lozenges, and unsnuffling meds; our pantry, garden, and freezers can keep us fed without a need to visit a supermarket for a month or so. We would just hunker down, hang out, and look after ourselves. That was the plan. What wasn’t in the plan was the idea that only half of us would succumb. Suddenly we were divided down the middle – girls upstairs, boys downstairs – with The Bean Counter taking the role of chef and tender of the menagerie.
Days upstairs were passed sleeping, keeping on top of the pain with panadol, itching our feet (no one talks about this side effect…oh! those toes were itchy-sore), and re-watching Blown Away, Next in Fashion type stuff; easy watching, no thinking. We found, if we kept our water intake up and didn’t let ourselves get too muscularly sore, the days were fine. Nights, however, were pretty long and riddled with nightmares.
Then on day 3, The Bean Counter succumbed. Time for a re-think. The Farmer is now downstairs with only Colin for company. I have now taken over meal preparation and The Farmer fends for himself; so much of our menu is “from scratch” and, at the end of the day, something I can do quickly and easily.
Yesterday was a beautiful day.
We all took a gentle wander around The Homestead and discovered Spring had arrived while we were locked away.
Taking everything into consideration, we’ve been pretty lucky. Our GP has kept in touch with us as we have both immune suppression and respiratory issues. Firstly, they couriered an oxygen monitor out to us and also reassured us their Nebuliser was ready in case we should require it.
So far, so good.
As for The Farmer, he who got blamed for us all getting so sick?
To date, he’s still negative. Crazy!