My sis is a brilliant bridge player, and gives master classes several times a week, in addition to playing in tournaments etc. She's quite worried about the virus being transferred onto the playing cards.
A smelly old bloke plays in her local bridge club. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and smells horrible. She found the poor old sod rummaging among the large biscuit tin to find his favourites, and nearly had a fit! She reckons the bridge meetings will soon be put on hold (there are cases of the virus in Tayside already)