I just got a woodburn pizza, from a guy who operates on Friday and Sunday nights a hundred yards from my house, and he heard that I was dosed; from the sound of my voice. He went on about the right clothing. I said that I was in Ayr; and the weather there was worse.
I want to remain fighting fit; as I can't afford to slack off, in my house. However, the rest of the country gets paranoid about colds. This evening's sermon, from the Priest, talked about overburdening. And how those 'possessed' have all the worries of the world about them. That definitely rings true here, where people are obsessed with Mortgages and constant penny-pinching. Plus, people here weaponise grief. These recent deaths don't help matters.
I remember, whenever Gran was with the Doctor, she demanded an antibiotic for EVERYTHING. No wonder she had such bad health, they really weaken your immune system. But she was just old-fashioned, and under Granddad's thumb.