Cough, cough. I’m back.
Between whooping cough and the assortment of generally nasty lurgies doing the rounds at the moment, it seems half the office is either crook or recovering. Getting back to work this week, now that I’m officially not infectious, I was greeted by a cacophony of coughs.
However, it’s good to be back — I was getting sick of my own company and I’m sure Seymour the wonder cat was getting fed up with me cramping his style by being at home during the afternoons when he likes to spend his time sunbathing in the dog’s basket and, as I’ve discovered, breaking into the wardrobe and pulling all my clothes off their hangers.