I know probably had it back in early spring, I went on the train to move my kid back from London just before lockdown. A few days later, my partner had a fever for a day, which he slept off. A few days after that, I started with the fever and coughing. We’d already prepared for this eventuality, so I took a large bag of snacks, a pile of cold medicine, a portable kettle and a mini fridge and isolated myself in my room and bathroom until it was done. I spent the first week in a feverish, sore, headachy and coughing daze. Mostly, I stared at the ceiling or watched TV on my laptop, because I couldn’t focus enough to read or work. After a week the fever and headache subsided, the feverishness was the worst part of it, but the cough lingered another week or so. I would rate the symptoms as worse than the flu but less bad than either whooping cough or pneumonia. My symptoms were only standard levels of severe, I had the physical space to isolate myself from others in the household, and if things had gotten bad I had the NHS to lean on for hospital care. It could have been a lot worse.