Early to bed, early to rise – etc etc. Well for me, early to bed merely means a wake up far too early. At least putting on the TV at 1:30am, when you are on your own, isn’t going to wake anyone else. Plenty on YouTube to keep me amused and having a smart TV in the room and good internet has definitely been a massive plus for the Distinction Hotel and Conference Centre.
Another less than appetising continental breakfast, but eking out the so called single serving of Nutella to three small servings has been worthwhile. I also used up the last of my stock of coffee bags. The jar of Jarrah coffee will just about last me.
Day 12 is a crucial one within the 14 days of MIQ, as the final covid test and temperature is taken. Fail this test and your stay is extended and you are shipped off to a more secure establishment. During the testing time, exercise is obviously not possible, either for our group or any of the others. For us, no big deal, so I went out for an earlier than usual spell on the yard – before I’d had a shower and shave. Having suffered Auckland’s water shortages for over a year, meaning a suggested limit of 3 minutes per shower to conserve water, standing under a decent hot shower for several minutes, is deemed a luxury, one I took full advantage of. (Is that a split infinitive?)
I’d ordered the macaroni cheese and meatballs (again – remember there were only ten choices), but this time, opted to NOT stick it in the kettle! Tempting though. It is still the best lunch option and apart from a bowl of soup, the only one that isn’t cold. It may not be hot, but it isn’t cold. As a general rule, I rarely eat cold food of any sort.
I had to do a bit of work regarding emails during the afternoon, and also did a load more photo cropping.
The evening meal was the excellent lamb shank - and the meal was the warmest so far. The meat just fell off the bone as I transferred it to a plate that had been heated. Another cider from the stock. One left.
Another short spell of outdoor exercise before a Jarrah coffee and yet again, a fairly early bed. Only one more full day to go. Yippee.
WEDNESDAY
As before, not a solid night’s sleep and up a bit earlier than usual, revelling in the fact that this was the last real day of quarantine. It was the second favourite breakfast of a frittata, hash browns and beans. Virtually cold.
A determined effort to push through the photo cropping, but as yesterday, a shorter exercise slot as it was group 2’s turn for the testing. This time, I managed to meet up with two of the four chat buddies, Cat & John, and we walked until the exercise slot closed. The sun was shining!
The cold chicken and brie panini filled a gap at lunch time and I took stock of what was in the fridge, which meant an extra drink of juice and an extra drink of milk. No point in leaving them.
The final evening meal was the tasty butter chicken curry. I’d not long finished it, when there was another knock on the door and yet another paper bag. I thought for a minute that I’d scored another chicken curry. No such luck. It was the Thursday morning breakfast – continental of course.
With the packing completed, another stroll around the yard with the headphones playing my favourite music, then once again an early bed time, but with the travel alarm set for 5:30am, in anticipation of the final health check, sometime between 6:00am and 7:30am.
Although this is effectively the last day in quarantine, I’ll post at least once more before wrapping up this less than exciting blog. Sorry, no pics – again.
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