Sometimes, all it takes is a candle, a face mask and room service to turn the week around Week seven of lockdown was my breaking point.
It was two months since I had suffered and recovered from suspected Covid-19, yet my body was still drearily fighting post viral fatigue.
Working from my one bedroom Richmond apartment, the days and weeks had merged into one blurry continuum. I was, as so many others are, in desperate need of revitalisation and a change of scene.
My muscles felt wound up and tense, and my head was crying out for respite - for the cogs to halt, even for a moment. A holiday would usually do the trick, but obviously that’s not possible.
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