Nigel and I have spent most of the last 16 years working from home and he has only been back in an office for 6 months. He’s been giving people tips on how to manage it which don’t actually include sitting on a bench in the sun while taking a phone call but - y’know - the UV is anti-virus. So A has stripped the bed, put clothes and towels and bedding through a hot wash and then decided to have a good clear out of his sister’s stuff. That of course meant I had to go through the bags and check it was all actually rubbish. It was easier when he was groaning in bed. Having said that I hope he hasn’t brought on a relapse.
Meanwhile Nigel and I are hanging on and the neighbours across the road sent Monty treats so he’s happy.
