Another day, another sunset / sunrise blip.

Ahead of a plan to get up to no good for a couple of hours, I did a LFT after breakfast and it came in positive.

So that's where Sunday  ended. 

OK, maybe not entirely. The old bed got dismantled ahead of the new one arriving tomorrow; there was entertainment in the form of West Ham v Leeds and then Restless Natives (Alex's cultrual education continues) Tom dropped off milk.

16 days of self isolating with CV in the house and finally - FINALLY - I got nailed. At least there's now a definite finish line.

Kinda.