Fever, aches, chills, exhaustion, and rude behaviour on the part of my digestive system defined the week. I even sat out of work a day at the height of the illness (rare, but with the NHS saturated with COVID casualties I hate the idea of sending colleagues to their GPs with the The Dreaded Lurgi).
Fines and fees: £126.50. Sick, yes, but festive.
Mileage: 28.6, a fallback week but reasonable considering the awful disease.
Speaking of society-wide illnesses, the newest batch of tramverts depressingly highlights domestic abuse. There are several versions of these, all quite good, at least one per station:
Endless British Pub Crawl (Part 3) 