Negative me

When we snuck in over the border four weeks ago today, Queensland was still making serious efforts to keep out the Covid-19 disease from their supposedly near pristine state. By now it's everywhere, thousands of cases per day, and the virus has well and truly won.

It wasn't me, by the way. It was already here, they just weren't doing much testing.

And most people, when experiencing their flu-like symptoms, were I imagine insisting that it was indeed just the flu.

A lot of this has been going on on the Gold Coast especially, which neighbours Tweed Heads in NSW, and which isn't far from southern Brisbane. Indeed when we visited relatives in southern Brisbane last week, they gave us exactly that story. "Just the flu", they insisted. One family member was ill upstairs in bed, another 2-year old baby was in hospital. Just the flu! There isn't much flu around. It's nearly all Covid, I'd understood. And our people had just returned from a holiday on the Gold Coast. They'd even done a day trip over the border to the Tweed Heads area in bad old NSW.

Anyway, I'm unscathed. My rapid antigen test today came out negative.