I began my day with a Covid test. I cannot recommend it as a way to start the day. It was a beautiful morning though.
I worked from home for the day which I find quite stressful. I didn’t want to spend the day coughing over colleagues and I was sick as a dog. Here is my lovely home workstation at close of business.
God, I really hope I haven’t got Covid. Daniel went for a test at lunch time. I hope he hasn’t got Covid either (he had to get a cotton swab up both nostrils – poor Dan). I now have one colleague whose whole family got it (including himself); one colleague whose wife and daughter got it; one colleague whose two sons got it and, as of this evening, another colleague whose wife has come down with it (updated to add: he got it too). Our work Christmas lunch was, predictably enough, cancelled today. There’ll be a virtual secret Santa instead. Be still my beating heart.
In other news, it’s still too warm to put on the Aga. I know, the planet thanks me.
I am about to retire to bed to recover from the vicissitudes of the day.
Send some good news.
I learnt this week that St Martin’s summer is the term for an unseasonably warm spell in Nov.
Hope you feel better soon, but also question why you’d continue working from home if too unwell for working from office. Be Ill, recover, go back to work.
Could you work in bed well propped up on pillows and cushions? Cossett yourselves as much as poss.
St Martin’s summer is v good to know. Good advice re sick leave, probably delusions of grandeur on my part.
Catharine – noted for future reference- this is an excellent suggestion.