Not mine, unfortunately.
I escorted she-who-must-be-feared to her second Covid jab yesterday. It was close to mayhem (mayhem-ish?). After all this time there were still scores of people just waiting around in hopeful anticipation. I jokingly suggested to the woman (although not while she was injecting my wife's arm) that if she had any spare, and needed to get rid of it, etc etc.
"Oh, what a good idea," she said. "I'll just go and look, shall I?" The needle she'd just extracted from my wife's trembling shoulder seemed to grow javelin-like and quivered in my direction. It was a creditable effort at humour since she probably gets the same suggestion about a hundred times a day.
So I'll just hang on. After all it's only 844 hrs until it's my turn.
Thank goodness I'm not going to the same place as my wife, because if I did, I know exactly who would be doing the insertion part.
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