I came down with Covid at the beginning of December. It affected my guts and I could not eat. I have barely eaten since then. Yesterday was the first time I managed a proper meal, and even that was only a half-portion which did not sit well afterwards.
I know the food is delicious - even though I can't smell it - I prepped and froze as much as possible over half term, and most of the goodies are home-made. Dh is doing the final 'cook' and I know it will be immaculate when he calls us to the table.
But TBH I'd rather go for a nap now, then have to sit up at the table.
Bugger Covid.