469 viral bordom
469 viral bordomAnother weary day in Virus-ville, shut in self isolating, the road outside quiet, no k**s, no traffic, no nobody. 10 days on his own, the postmaster thrusting mail, and a daily paper through the letterbox, a thing of milk and a loaf into the hall stand, along with stuff for the seven other flats. It was his only contact with the world. The poxy telly had gone duff, and he hadn’t hit it hard, well not by his standard`s anyway, his watch, one of those complicated ones that take a...