Stories · from · the · Stone · Caravan

I'm setting up to work remotely.  This maybe a bit of a challenge; most
of my work is based in the office, and I have been provided with no
remote toys - no laptop or VPN access, no phone, no blackberry, so I
have no make do with  an elderly mobile, a dodgy  signal, an even more
dodgy charger and webmail. And they will have to buy their own coffee.



The mobile is already been ringing off the hook (or rather, off the
pile of books that is holding it and the charger together!



My mother (who is already planning her own escape from quarantine, via
a tunnel under the fence and an ingenious method of distributing the
excavated earth in the pockets of her jeans),  seems to imagine that I
am on some kind of extended school holiday, with a sick note.



To be honest, at this stage I rather hope I get the bloody thing, and
get it over with, otherwise I'll be stuck here, until 7 days after the
last victim has recovered, and then still have to worry about catching
it from someone else.