We are on Full Swine Flu Alert, which is nothing to laugh about but we are struggling to take it seriously. For years and years and years we've had to buy our own cleansing materials as we've never much fancied the thirty-year-old bars of old Buttermilk soap. Despite all the cycles of local epidemic illnesses. All of a sudden we are swamped with antibacterial wipes, telephone sanitisers and keyboard deodorisers. Everything smells of chemical swipes. Telephone calls trigger asthma attacks.
Maisie's spent all day again today getting COSHH cerificates from sundry companies "in case somebody decides to drink any of it," which is either a reflection of the collective mood or a reaction to our recent Health & Safety intervention.