or the case of a certain senior Colleague going into a sister's workplace with the very thing one is supposed to set an example to be at home to incubate the bugs... all not so well, here...
The repercussions of the stomach bug hitting first my sister, and today our Mum. It is the first time post time in seeing her so poorly. A daughter and a mum who refuse to be confined in bed, with most things. The disruptive time in certainly being a busmans hols, to the point of the bedside mannerisms usually reserved to strangers these days.
My travel plans will be disrupted further if I am next in line! Not only did I not get to the cottage by the sea this year. I had the worst journey post times on getting where I am instead... And the plans here continually postponed, postponed and postponed again ...
Fate and destiny, well in hand. Those mere seconds saved again from the constant stream on a recent coach journey of many road traffic mishaps ... arriving down the bendy lanes much, much later than usual ...
The return journey by train, the tube on the very line of the meanness bestowed on yet more people going about their business, just this Friday ...
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