So two days later we are still testing positive (my line's gone faint). Mrs Steve is fine but a bit lacking in energy and all I have is a residual slight cough. There's no way we can go to Friday's Memory Café (where almost everyone will be over 75) and there's even more no way I can spend two hours in the confined space of my car on Friday with the 89-year-old lady who I fetch and carry. Had we not had test kits we'd be cracking on as normal. Ho hum.