Had the somewhat traditional Xmas at home as it seems now, at home with the kids on Xmas day, over to the in-laws for Boxing Day to have too many people in one place, a crocker-pot of germs and drinking to make sure resistance is low, the smallest members of the family cross crossing partisan lines to make sure there’s a (un)fair chance of distribution. So by the 27th, we’ve all been on deaths door, and the level of ick hasn’t abated yet, so another year that new year’s eve/day plans are a washout - chicken soup anyone? This is the most ill I have been since the big COVID xmas of ‘20, where we all did the same thing but on xmas day and were ill until February. This was the year that we’d dodged it for a whole year and then fell 3 months before vaccinations were available. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am we did it then, and that we’ve done it again now.