Sorry for my disappearance. We had a holiday back to the UK and I had some sort of "severe anxiety attack" on the plane there. (Diagnosed by an NHS doctor at A&E as needing psychiatric help but not a danger to anyone.) It completely knocked the stuffing out of me. I'm not, and never have been, afraid of flying. Mr Stravaig thinks it's a result of more than a year's isolation and I just dropped my guard when en route for a holiday.
Needless to say, it spoiled the holiday, especially as I was worried about a repeat performance on the way back. Fortunately it didn't happen, but I am still very shaky and don't feel well in the head.
I'm trying to do things which make me feel happy, such as cooking. But I'm still hearing noises that aren't really there and any random noise disturbs me.
I'm embarrassed because I'm well off compared to those who've lost loved ones. Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more than to be able to chin up and get on with things. I'm usually a quite a tough little barsteward but this Covid thing has me beat.