Classically Greek In A Foreign Field, Aylesford

By the end of my working week I was becoming grumpier and grumpier. It's the lack of organisation and admin, the very unglamorous parts of any job, that cause problems that flood out into the rest of your working life. In my case, it feels like trying to catch a jelly thrown out of any upper storey window - the harder you try to catch it the more of it that slips through your fingers. 
It's even more annoying when you see what needs to be done but it just doesn't happen. I can be dealing with up to nine or ten deadlines at the same time and some depts are so disorganised that they just cause endless stress. I was even told, when just asking a simple question about what needed to be shot for which sale, that I was becoming very tedious. I was just so glad to leave work on Friday and just forget about it all for two whole days where I don't have to put up with any more sh*t!
It's now said that train passengers (of which I am a regular) can catch the virus from someone sitting up to eight feet away. So my journey home yesterday had a brainless idiot sitting less than that  distance away sporting a face mask proudly sitting under his sodding chin throughout the whole journey. The conductor, also regularly being less than two metres away, wore his but didn't cover his nose or say anything to the said idiot. I tried to spot the brain cell between the pair but it was a fruitless task. The commuter trains also often don't feature any hand sanitiser (I make sure to have my own) and no running water or soap in the loos. I just can't understand how Covid 19 could spread in such an environment.
Still, Boris, even after after putting his massive fat foot (he still need to lose weight and follow his own instructions) on the lockdown brake pedal, is saying people should return to work. It all makes me feel so utterly, utterly safe on public transport. Just like the morons that packed themselves onto trains heading for the seaside.