Go away, norovirus!

[blamebrampton]

Our fave guests departed this morning, alas, the unwanted one remains.

Three hours ago
Me to Mr B: Darling, how are you feeling?

Mr B: Kind of fluey.

Me: That's the first sign! Do you want me to make you a nest in the living room so you are close to the loo?

Mr B: No, I think I will be fine.

Three minutes ago
Rapid feet pass through the living room, where I have a nest on the sofa

Plaintive Mr B from loo: Darling, do you have a bucket?

I am making him his own nest now.

Comments

[treacle-tartlet.livejournal.com]

I have identified our Typhoid Mary! IT IS BLONDIE, DAMN HIS EYES. Apparently a few people at his Launceston office are sick as well. Don't worry, I plan on killing him dead just as soon as I've got the energy.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

THE BASTARD! Tell him he is dropped! I am sending him death glares from up here. And tell him he should wash his hands properly with soap and water and leave the lid down before he flushes! People think I am mad, but apparently it cuts the transmission rate immensely.

[treacle-tartlet.livejournal.com]

ESPECIALLY AFTER HE'S BEEN WORKING AT SEWERAGE TREATMENT PLANTS, Y/Y? JFC.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Oh FFS. Punch him for me. Tell him he owes me two days' pay!