Driving to work this morning, happily minding my own business in the right-hand lane, great, no one in front of me, when I noticed this bloke practically driving up my exhaust pipe. I hadn’t noticed him at first, as I hadn’t looked in my rear vision mirror for a while. (Why would I? I was going forwards.) His face was purple and he was waving his arms frantically at me. Well, I wasn’t giving in to that sort of intimidation, so I slowed down a bit, causing his face to become an even deeper shade of purple. Finally, he raced past me in the left-hand lane. Don’t let it spoil your whole day, mate. I didn’t see him again until I pulled up beside him at the next set of traffic lights. Didn’t look across at him, though. I pretended I was refreshing my lipstick.
At work, all of Kylie, Mel and Susan were off with the flu or a cold or COVID or something. I heard them all unhappy and comparing symptoms yesterday, and they did look and sound sick. They were calling it the man flu. Stuart said that maybe we should rename it the woman flu, but I said no, as clearly that would be disrespectful to women.