OH wants me to go out on the town for Rishi tonight. I'm afraid I have a headache.
Too tired following the black-&-yellow hazard tape someone has plastered down the centre of the corridors at work.
The corridors are no wider than the hallway of a standard Victorian semi, or our 1990s cardboard box house. There is no need to make two lanes out of the corridors, and no actual space to do it without making it look stupid. A colleague pointed out that we've spent 15 weeks -longer actually because we were doing social distancing before most places- being able to let each other pass in the corridors without tape. But as we are not allowed to use common sense, the building is slowly resembling an angry wasp.
The tape isn't sticking very well to the carpet tiles so the risk of tripping over it is much higher than inhaling covid off a passing body.
Also, only one person on the stairs at a time. Technically you can get one person on the bottom step & one on the top step and be more than 2m apart, but that's not allowed.
Cue much naughty behaviour this afternoon with people doing deliberately silly walks across the tape, & mock-shrieking, "DON'T WALK ON THE WRONG SIDE, YOU'LL DIE!"
The ADs were clearly in work today.