If I recall, you can get beer delivered to your house in sunny Scotland.
Picture it ... Boom reclined in his comfiest chair, swilling beer. He lifts a cheek and let's out a ... (oops) shart. But instead of getting up and running to the loo, he just cracks another beer and blames omicron for the smell.
In these days ... that is the new normal.
You can indeed get it delivered but I have a reasonable stash for the mo. Although, now I think on it. that is a good excuse to use for just about anything. If you can get away with a shart by blaming Omicron then surely you can get away with anything?
I will await my imminent getting betterness so I can have the strength to try!
Here's hoping that you recover quickly.
Started feeling rough on Sunday. Recon I must be over the middle hump now. I bloody hope so!