The lady with the Swine Flu came back to the office today and looked, for the most part, completely recovered. Apart from the trotters. I don't think she had a snout before either.
Anyway, in a game of viral Russian Roulette, I decided to confront my phobia and corner her for a chinwag to see how she was getting on.
And do you know what that felt like, as I stood there, with my rictus smile? It was like letting a tarantula crawl across my face.
Still, at least now I've conquered my fear of spiders. Swine Flu, meh, not so good...
