|in case y'all need a recap: the Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse, from left to right: Loud Auntie, Mumsy, Anorexic Auntie, and Bipolar Auntie|
I have been on call for the last 72 hours to bring buckets/water/gatorade/disinfectant and drive to and from the hospital, the pharmacy, and the grocery store.
If I happen to catch whatever they have, they are all well and truly fucked.
BUT I AM OF THE BLOOD OF THE ANCIENT CELTS, THE BRITONS, AND THE NORTHMEN.
I shall not fall. Feck this plague and the plane it flew in on.
I'm le tired.