My toddler son was the first to succumb, then it was me – providing my wife with the world’s two worst patients
The boy was the first to be sick. He greeted Wednesday evening with a confetti spray of vomit that should have set off alarm bells. In fairness, it did – a torrent of toddler sick is never exactly taken in stride – but we presumed it was nothing more than a little bug, even though we knew its other, equally likely cause.
Following a day of changing his nappies, sheets and pyjamas, I realised I didn’t feel too clever myself. I spent Thursday night in bed and the next six days barely able to move. Tests for us both revealed what we’d feared – we’d kicked off 2021 by succumbing to Covid.