I love free stuff. Earlier this week I drove past a drive-through testing clinic. I have had a slightly sore chest and occasional cough so did my civic duty. I contacted the COVID-19 helpline for a symptom check, which led to contacting my GP which led to

I love free stuff. Earlier this week I drove past a drive-through testing clinic. I have had a slightly sore chest and occasional cough so did my civic duty. I contacted the COVID-19 helpline for a symptom check, which led to contacting my GP which led to getting me tested... for FREE! Winning!

That was Wednesday morning, it's now Friday morning and I still don't know. I'm not worried I might have it, even with my penchant for hypochondria, I know the risk is extremely low. Now I'm fully isolated at home until I get the result. I had been spending my days working and co-parenting my 6 year old daughter at the apartment where she lives with her Mum.

I am very privileged. I have a job, a good one. I can work remotely. I can video call friends, family and colleagues. I have food and wine. I can listen to records while I work and drink coffee at my desk. There's a lot about this I could happily get used to but after just two days, I dearly miss being face to face with my daughter and I'm reminded that just below the surface there is a great anxiety and sadness for this pandemic.

This must be a living hell for so many people with so much more to worry about.