So yeh, I used to make jokes with my cousins that they shouldn’t risk injuring themselves from playing football too aggressively because I wouldn’t risk ebola from taking them to a hospital for treatment.
I’m running through hand sanitiser like there’s no tomorrow, and I really don’t think that’s a hyperbolic statement to make in the wake of the present Cholera situation.
I had been flirting with the idea of escaping to the UK, but then they had to go and take a sick British ebola patient there and now I can’t trust that even London is safe. All it takes is one Central Line tube journey at 8am in the morning, people sweating and touching … it doesn’t bare thinking about.
Plan B: Singapore. They battled that SARS malark and they’re overly cautious about everything ever since.