Today didn't work out as planned - a late Christmas lunch with my daughter, her husband and three kids. Yesterday I'd called to postpone, my mild cold having progressed, my wife's too. This morning was a struggle to get out of bed. But it was my turn to walk the dog. One coffee then off you go, that's the rule, the only mitigations being thunderstorms or hot-air balloons, which Flint fears so much he will run away fast, usually but not always homeward.
An hour later than usual, Flint and I are out on the track. With no-one in sight, I pull out my phone and on YouTube find a version of Fairytale of New York with lyrics. This is the song I'd kept up my sleeve for the inevitable Christmas Eve karaoke turn, in which I would be Shane McGowan, my wife Kirsty MacColl.
To explain. We spent Christmas in Le Havre, northern France, with the family of my son's wife. They are social animals. They are a little bit crazy, and karaoke is de rigeur. Everyone must have a go. The main Christmas celebrations are on December 24th, but then the microphone was not working, and on the 25th everyone had forgotten about karaoke. I was disappointed that our five minute rehearsal at the hotel had been for nothing. Our French family go in for different festive fare. Christmas Eve dinner: Foie gras, roast pork, cheeses, each with a different wine; Christmas Day lunch: oysters, ceviche coquilles st jacques (scallops), unpasteurised cheeses. Spot the pitfalls CLLers!
Out on the track this morning, I'm giving the song another run-through, what with New Year fast approaching. The opening line "It was Christmas Eve babe" I manage shakily, but on the ascent to "In the drunk tank" my voice splinters and that's that. Also in the bin is a run-through of another party piece in the making: Tammy Wynette's Stand By Your Man, arranged for male falsetto with baritone interjections, to be performed only to audiences suitably intoxicated.
Half an hour later, when I notice we've been walking slower than usual, I put it down to the muddy surface. It wouldn't be Flint's fault, as he's nearly always off the lead and ahead of me. This morning we see a guy with two dogs approaching, so as a courtesy I put Flint on the lead, expecting the other owner to follow suit. He doesn't, and when his large male Alsatian-type heads straight for us I release Flint, allowing him to escape if necessary. The two dogs square up, growling savagely, but it's all posturing. I exchange reassuring words with the guy, whose face is familiar. Finally we wish each other a Happy New Year and carry on our separate ways. A few minutes later I realise I've been talking to Dave Gilmour, who must have been on his way home at that point. Later, just for fun, I attempt Lee Marvin's rendition of Wand'rin' Star on YouTube. It's a doddle.
Today we have brunch, prepared by my wife while I'm out on my musical dog-walk. I don't recollect doing much after that except feeling tired, and eventually I give in and go back to bed. My wife wakes me around 4 pm with two pieces of news: she's already given Flint his afternoon walk and she's just tested positive for Covid. An hour later, I do the test and get the same result. That takes care of New Year's Eve arrangements: just us and Jools Holland.
It's no use asking where we could have caught it. We'd spent five days on the loose in France, in the hotel, in bars, restaurants, family gatherings. The answer is: anywhere. If I had to guess, it would be in the hotel on the first morning, where I stood for some minutes at the breakfast bar next to a diminutive old man who then sat down and proceeded to cough throughout breakfast. Like the axe-murderer dwarf in Don't Look Now, minus the scarlet hoodie.
The other thing I caught in France was gastroenteritis. Fortunately the sickness and diarrhoea lasted only for the overnight sailing, which meant that I was in recovery for just one day, and the Christmas holiday was unaffected. Others in the family had similar symptoms at different times, so best guess is norovirus.
Well, one day to go and we can say did it, got through 2023.
One foot in front of the other will keep you going forward.
Happy New Year everyone!