Out and aboutish

Lorraine tested negative this morning, thankfully. And much more cheerful as a result. I tested again, negative too. Despite starting similar symptoms a day before Lorraine, I never had a positive test. Maybe I imagined it all, although Lorraine insists I did, and my throat remains stubbornly sore.

At lunchtime, after we'd potted about,  Lorraine dropped me at Osborne's fish and chips where I bought a pensioners fish and chips, two small pieces of fish and a tray of chips. Good value. Took this to Pat and Maureen who evidently enjoyed it. I sat in the window looking at the sea, Pat telling me to use the binoculars to look at everything. This is I can imagine endless fun, and Pat likes it.  

In the evening, briefly to The Old Boot to see Steve and Freja who is briefly over. The pint of Harveys, my first pint for 11 days, smooth and soothing on my throat. Freja seemed in good spirits. Then we went home early and lay low. Still a long way to go before I feel my bounce returning.