Last Friday, when I flew from Amsterdam to Dublin, the stewards gave detailed information on how to avoid swine flu: use a handkerchief or your hands when sneezing or coughing, and always wash your hands afterwards. All good advice, I thought, but swine flu is something that happens to other people, not me. Well, fate had bitten me on the bum and I’ve got sick. My room is full of rubber gloves, masks, tamiflu and the large, yellow bin bag pictured above, which is for all my used paper handkerchiefs.
I feel like a one-woman germ warfare weapon!