Don’t touch me there

On the first official day of not working, the last three were my days off, I thought I’d Blip this page from a newspaper that featured my brother. He mailed it to me last week.
Which got me pondering. We have to limit contact with people , fine by me, and things. But how does that work when you get stuff through the post? Items that have been touched by loads of people.
Now excuse me while I go and wash my hands for the umpteenth time.