The downside of working with the public

I have my annual Summer cold. One of those crappy, insipid, debilitating, not-bad-enough-to-have-time-off-work-but-bad-enough-to-make-you-feel-shitty affairs that I seem to pick up at work every July or August. 
I think I caught it from Mrs Beverley, a 20-something mum-of-two who brings her Cinquecento in at least once a week for a fill-up. She was sniffing and spluttering and sneezing all over the place last week and I remember the counter being moist after she departed. I’ve never been someone who wants to clean his hands with antibac soap after every human encounter but maybe that’s the way I should go in the future. I’m sick of having this run-down, sore head, achey-joints, melancholic fatigue that plagues me every Summer for a fortnight. 
On the plus side - Wimbledon is on and the BBC Sport website have cameras on 15 courts, so I’m watching lots of tennis in my office. 

RC 5-7-17