Paradise postponed: Day 14 of self-isolation

Well this is, to put it mildly, a pain in the arse.
 
Started feeling cold a couple of days ago but put it down to just basically being in the basement and not having seen the light of day for a couple of weeks. However, I have now developed a slight cough with a tickly throat. Now, not being a doctor – and despite being the world’s second biggest hypochondriac – I am not going to go self-diagnose, especially as the list of symptoms so far is limited to having a cough. I am, however, extending my stay in the basement and going to make sure that it is nothing more than a bit of a cold before emerging once more into the bosom of the family home. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. But even if I am feeling fine, I’ll give it a couple more days to make completely sure. I can cope with being sick – I can’t cope with the thought of making my family sick. If I am sick, I know who I am blaming!
 
So today was a bit of a muddle, I am afraid. I started trying to write but couldn’t settle; couldn’t settle even to reading. So ended up having a nap mid-afternoon, which I normally hate because I can’t ever do it properly and usually wake up feeling worse than when I lay down, and for once it helped. Felt a little better, read half a chapter of Lord of the Rings to Ottawacker Jr., had some dinner, and am now heading back to bed with a honey & lemon hot toddy and plenty of optimism.
 
And it’s just now that I realize I haven’t taken a photo for the day… so forgive the trawl through the archives for something relevant. It’s from Atocha station, at the very start of this mad adventure.