It’s beginning to look a lot like Covid … I'm having a strange sense of deja-vu ...
Ok so who ordered a side of omicron with their turkey dinner? Somebody did at our girlie night out the other week and now the office has turned into an episode of Shaun of the Dead where everyone is barricaded behind their plastic screened desks giving everyone else a very wide berth in case they turn into a brain-eating, germ spreading corona-zombie.
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| Merry Covid! |
This is what happens when those who live with the infectious but test negative themselves think it’s OK to continue to mingle in society.
Did they not stop to think that having shared a toilet, towel or tea break with their contagious co-habitor there’d be the slightest chance that they would eventually succumb to the lurgi? Nope, they just carried on regardless until a week later they too tested positive because let’s face it, lateral flow tests only really register anything once you’ve got full blown Covid and by then its too late, you've hugged granny or flirted outrageously with the checkout guy at the Tesco Express.
On YouTube some bright spark has posted that omicron is an anagram for ‘no crimbo’ but with a stretch of the imagination, you can also get Mi Con Bor(is) out of it too. Read into that what you will. What a hoot!
So,
in the words of Santa – it’s Ho, Ho, Ho – lateral flow before you go if you
want to enjoy Crimbo safely this year.
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| Where's the party? |
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