It was a completely bizarre time wasn't it?
I remember a manager at work asking a group of us if anyone had chatted to John recently? I said Yes, was chatting to him in the tea room yesterday. She told me to go straight home, not to Pass Go or collect £200. Or in other words, not to stop anywhere like a supermarket on the way.
John had phoned in sick with Coronavirus that morning. I walked out with a bit of a smirk on my face because I hadn't got physically close to him in the tea room, just exchanged a few words across the room but if they wanted to send me home to watch daytime TV for no real reason, I was happy to oblige.