Today, I feel a lot better but am still producing a fine crop of mucus. I have a meeting with a client this afternoon. If it were a different sort of client, I'd be tempted to ring and ask them if they actually want an exciting new strain of virus delivered to them just in time for christmas.
However, given this particular client always winges and moans about our temerity in declaring the company closed (except for emergencies) between Christmas and New Year, I feel that they would, in some obscure way, feel this was Wimping Out. So I shall take them my festive virus and wish them joy of it. It's an airport, it's probably already full of bugs.
We finally got our company Christmas cards (Oldies Club ones, of course!) done and posted this morning. Rather late, I know, I hope they actually get to their destinations this week.