God, I feel rough. I dragged myself into work but then got moaned at by just about everyone. The older ladies told me I should be taking better care of myself and tried to make me drink hot lemon and honey, the younger ladies tried to get me to take echinacea, and men of all ages told me to 'f**k off home and stop spreading stuff'.
I took a Covid test, per my own ongoing onsite protocols, but it was negative. Mind you, it's so long since I last used one that I may have forgotten what to do and done it wrong, so who knows?
I blame Mathew, of course. Young children are like little Petri dishes, brewing a concoction of bacteria before unleashing it on an unsuspecting adult population, and he spends a lot of time with children his own age, so he's probably got 17 different infectious diseases swirling in his nostrils, waiting to be sneezed out.
RC 22-2-23
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