I rang herself this morning and, startlingly, she picked up the phone. She has a nasty cold and she was miserable. While I was on the phone with her she did three lateral flow tests [swab over your tonsils or where your tonsils would be – best line from the instructions]. Two of the three tests were positive for Covid. She’s locked up in her room and she’s booked in for a PCR test and, you never know, it might be negative but I am not optimistic. My poor child, it is no fun being sick when there is no one to look after you. And she was supposed to be going to Paris at the weekend. Alas alack.
Her father has ordered a box of goodies for her to cheer her up. Poor miss.
Oh no! I am so sorry to hear that! How miserable. I hope she feels better quickly.
I’m so sorry to hear this – I’ve been trying to work out how we could do something but the need for her to isolate means we can’t help.
Oh no… poor all of you. The sufferer and the parents from afar. That is so hard and so early. I hope it doesn’t last long and she feels much better soon.
Thank you all for your sympathy. Patient is feeling a bit glum. But this too will pass.