“I’m pretty sure I know where and when I was infected and indeed who passed it on to me. In late March, a day or two before the first lockdown came into effect I walked into York city centre with a bravado that turned out to be hubris…
While queueing in Boots I noticed, too late, that the cashier had a nasty cough. I was too embarrassed to leave the line before it was my turn to be served, and I remember thinking ‘you fucking moron’, not sure whether I was directing the insult at her or at myself. Both I suppose. She must have known this was a symptom of covid and, for that matter, her store manager must have known it too – she should have been told to self-isolate and supported on full pay. I can’t be 100% sure I got the virus from her, but it seems highly likely.
Sometimes I wonder if the elderly woman who was behind me in the queue is still alive.”
Ed Rooksby, a brilliant man who has just died, was 45, fit and healthy.
On the eve of the first lockdown, he contracted the virus, then developed Long COVID.
He wrote about the horrors of Long COVID weeks before he died. We should all read it.https://t.co/S8NonUz7zu
— Owen Jones (@OwenJones84) February 15, 2021