PCR day. Aka potential freedom day, as the bureaucratic shackles of State domination may be unlocked with a negative result. More selfishly, home office gets boring and I want to see The Batman when it comes out.

The fresh air did me good, and I got to reactivate my calves for the first time in weeks by merely walking. The testing center was fabricated and built within a derelict old dancing club. When you walk in, you are greeted by plastic booths and doctors in hazmat suits standing beneath a comically gargantuan silver disco ball. Oh the gin and tonics that must have spilt here over the years. What memories does this sticky, soft floor hold? It was a quick 10 minutes, in and out really, and I was on my way back home.

Anyone else do that thing where one successfully completed task in a day means you’ve been as productive as you need to be and can now rest for the other 11 hours before bedtime?

Anyway, see you tomorrow.

Nick