In my quest to avoid the coughers, sneezers, hackers and cold ridden people...I may have come a cropper.
I noticed in the back of my Limo, a person who had a streamer (not a coloured ribbon which they were hanging out the window whooping with joy, by the way) and was coughing for England. At the end of the Funeral my worst nightmare.
He came across and shook my hand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What could I do but shake it back.
Mind you, I did drive the 10 miles back to base, with my arm out the window.
Apparently my frostbite will get better on it's own.
The sad story is, someone claimed the dog and we are pretty sure it is at a not very nice persons house (allegedly) so old Santa got our hopes up, then dashed them to pieces?
I still managed a blow at home last night...but very very gently.
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