Much as I despise everything that the Tory party stands for, in this case, I think give the twat man a break on not bouncing around for a game of socially distanced tennis for the cameras.
I didn't end up in ITU as I was merely very uncomfortable and knew to spend all night on a pillow on my front), but I have left the house exactly once - for 20 mins/4000 steps - since 25 March and felt like I'd run a marathon. Since that one expedition, I've made it out into the garden twice - yesterday and today - and had to sit down 97% of the time, as I'm out of breath and wobbly from such dizzying feats of physical prowess as going from the settee, up the stairs, sitting on the toilet and coming back again.
Throughout that time (and all through actually being ill/finding it hard to breathe) I worked. But had somebody decided I had to go into work, I'd have been fucked, as a 100m walk to the bus stop, standing up to wait for the bus and then another 100m walk to my desk at the other end would have rendered me incapable of further thought/breath, never mind movement.
He's more than capable of working at his immensely comfortable palace and doesn't need to be paraded for the cameras so we can say how shit he looks.
And, in any case, the last thing we need is one of the others to take over. PM Pritti Patel, anyone? Iain Duncan Smith, fresh from saying that people with CV should go out and work? Bollocks to that.