Another two members of staff have been hit by the non-Covid, Covidy virus thing. I've now taken to spraying everyone with anti-bac spray every time they walk past, and holding my breath any time I'm indoors. I do NOT want to have a Summertime illness. To be fair, no-one seems too poorly. It's not like they're keeling over in the office or taking three days off to recover and get their strength back, but still... Summer colds are bastards, and I would like to avoid this one if I can. Even if it means being horrible to colleagues to make sure they keep the Hell away from me.
In other news, we've been invited to a wedding back in Norfolk. One of Philippa's sporty chums from her badminton days has foolishly decided to legally hitch herself to the waste of space she's been spending time with recently, so poor old Rory is committed to another crappy wedding. I tried convincing Philippa to convince her friend to use one of my work sites as a venue for The Big Day, but she scoffed at the idea. Very selfish of her when I'm trying to tap into the lucrative Marriage Market...
RC 3-8-23
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