This weekend has been one of those weekends. So many messages sent, unheeded, unanswered. Did they even arrive?
Or was everyone avoiding my germs as assiduously as I was trying to not share them. Well, other than with poor N, who has the same revolting cough as I.
It’s annoying. We wanted to go running, go to a pig roast. I wanted to go to a stitch and bitch with my friends. Instead, we were quite simply, ill. And it was not fun. I even ended up taking Friday off work ill. Today I’m WFH, and I have no concentration in me at all. Infuriating.