My optimism proves infectious when trying to contain a Covid outbreak
DOUBLE TROUBLE FOR A FIRST TIME DAD OF TWINS
Thomas had spent the morning dressed only in pants, which wasn’t too unusual, but was inappropriate attire if we wanted to leave the house.
It took us until a record-breaking 2.30pm to persuade him into clothes that he wouldn’t then remove when we left the room.
By the time we got to the park, he was complaining of being cold and tired, so we decided his erratic mood might be attributable to an illness and waited to see what might materialise.
It took four hours before he had a temperature of 400C and was conclusively unwell, which I reminded myself wasn’t Covid because children don’t really get it.
Although, as it turns out, they do. A PCR test on Monday conclusively proved he was positive, sleeping all day and undoubtedly ill.
No need to panic though because he wasn’t getting worse and there’s only a 20-25% chance of people in your household catching it.
Quite whether this also applied to fouryear-olds wasn’t clear because there was very little social distancing and I’d finished off his breakfast only hours earlier.
And the answer was ‘possibly not’ when, on Tuesday, Victoria tested positive. On the plus side, Thomas was getting better.
‘No need to panic’, I thought sticking to my household transmission rates statistics and brushing off Victoria’s suggestions of bulk buying toilet rolls, bread and litres of milk before