Well it was quite important for the Mrs to see the Doctor so yes we both wore a mask and washed our hands and let them take our temperature before i pushed her into the surgery, which was not allowing anyone into the waiting areas and so we were seen by a masked physician and amazingly we all coped without bursting into tears once. No need for me to wear a mask when the job i had was outside, and then we followed the rules at the supermarket so that we could buy wine and ale. Mrs couldn't try the clothes on in the shop, but then she never can, so no biggy really. These are trivial inconveniences when you have spent months in a coma and adult life has always required the following of rules. Do you not think you as a parent should now set that good example? or are you going to pick and choose according to what rules PJW, BeardyAsparagus and the other British camp soyboys tell you are cramping your style as you clock in to your office job and sell the lie that is insurance to show how radical you really are?![]()
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