Over a week of illness, first me and then the Gentleman Friend, has made Waiheke a place I am eager now to escape. My flu is now gone, but a cough remains thanks to congested lungs, and my voice sounds strange. He has had a less terrible time to begin with, but had a relapse last night. And we are both feeling unnaturally weak, with the slightlest exertion sending us to our beds. A few days ago the GF’s mother arrived and has been forced to her own devices as neither of us were up to anything and, besides, were afraid of infecting her too. I would feel like a proper Typhoid Mary if she fell ill, as her next stop is a family gathering at which the potential of spreading the disease on would be substantial.
We have made our post-US plans: Mexico!