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I have my first full shifts back this weekend since I caught the Virus of Let's-Suck-All-The-Life-Out-Of-Ernie, also known as the Virus of Doom and various other things I may or may not have bitched and moaned and whined about while I was dying a vile, vile death, depending on who you ask.
Could I have picked a worse weekend to be well again? The cricket at Edgbaston means Tubby'll be bringing in his huge flat-screen telly again for all the cricket-loving Muggles and those Wizarding folk who've got a handle on how they work and haven't tried to illegally apparate into the ground.
Tubby's given me full day shifts instead of nights, because the Dog is open all day for the game, so that's not so bad. The cricket crowds tend to be a lot less rowdy during the day, although keeping some of the some of our regular Wizarding folk drunks from hexing things in rage is always fun.
Mind, I'll probably be completely shagged by the time I get home. Stupid virus.
Could I have picked a worse weekend to be well again? The cricket at Edgbaston means Tubby'll be bringing in his huge flat-screen telly again for all the cricket-loving Muggles and those Wizarding folk who've got a handle on how they work and haven't tried to illegally apparate into the ground.
Tubby's given me full day shifts instead of nights, because the Dog is open all day for the game, so that's not so bad. The cricket crowds tend to be a lot less rowdy during the day, although keeping some of the some of our regular Wizarding folk drunks from hexing things in rage is always fun.
Mind, I'll probably be completely shagged by the time I get home. Stupid virus.