“For goodness sake, just go home,” my boss implored. “People are complaining and don’t want to catch your disgusting germs!”
My protests of “it’s just a cold – I don’t feel that bad” fell on deaf ears and I had to admit defeat gracefully rather than being frogmarched out of the newsroom.
While I wasn’t feeling 100%, in my mind I certainly wasn’t poorly enough to justify spending an afternoon under a duvet.
But forget Brexit – nothing seemed to divide my friends, colleagues and random social media posters more than the thorny question of whether you should call in sick with the sniffles.
Opinions varied from “oh for heaven’s sake, just grow a pair” via “ooh, that’s a really tricky one…” to “how very dare you infect your