A minor miracle

 I woke this morning to hear Keith making his way to the bathroom - on foot. The anti-virals had kicked in and kicked Covid into the long grass.  P.H.E.W.  You cannot begin to imagine my relief (his too!) as there was a date with a hospital bed being arranged, as no way could I deal with him unable to walk and so poorly, once Danny went home.  Now we can both sit quietly and begin to heal and Danny can have an easy day especially as tea tonight is the 2nd half of last night's mini cottage pies for D&I, and cottage pie puff pastries for Keith, plus two in the freezer.  

Today we can relax and start to heal.

Update: I dozed on the sofa half the morning - it felt miraculous to just lie there, and not be worrying myself witless all day long or have to try and arrange things as I have been doing for hours each day.  I managed to get down the town to post off very important documents, go to the butchers for bacon and some garlic and butter chicken kebabs for Danny and I to have for tomorrow night's meal.  Keith will have fish, his favourite.  I confess I am absolutely exhausted, having hung on to so much tension for so long.  Even in my sleep I was sleeping-aware and leaping out of bed the moment I heard Keith's breathing change.  

This afternoon we watched Escape to the Country, which was an interesting one as they had four totally different properties on offer and then caught up with Celebrity Race Across the World, which was very good.  Now Keith is on the antiques programmes and I've come out to do the Popty-Ping (Microwave) tea of last night's tasty offerings.

Thank you all for keeping in touch and I will hopefully be able to catch up on answering comments in the morning.