FRIDAY
Well, at this stage in the incarceration, very little to report other than ‘same old, same old’. When a nurse sticking a thermometer in your ear is the only break to the routine, you have some idea as to what it is now like.
Even the once a day call for your food order is now done and dusted, as I had a call to say that rather than ringing daily, could I please state my preferences for Sunday, Monday & Tuesday. (Then a call a day later for Wednesday – the final day. Whoopee.)
Friday is cooked breakfast day – oh yippee… Today though, I steamed the bread roll as per my new normality, and rescued from my secret horde, a sachet of Nutella from Bournemouth. That went down very well, along with a large coffee – though I only have three coffee bags left. I could order a coffee here ($5), but asking others, it seems that it is only delivered at meal times and subject to the same problem – ie. not hot. Not worth it. Roll on next Thursday – hot coffee and hot food.
Nothing new on the food front to photograph. A slightly cooler day but I did still manage a few laps of the compound, overseen by two defence force personnel AND a security guard. A good walk and chat again to John. It certainly makes the exercise time go quicker with someone to chat to.
I sometimes wonder at the cost implications of MIQ an whether or not more money is being thrown at it than is strictly necessary – but as that is the case with any government initiative, no surprise.
Lunch was the corned beef sandwich again and this time, it did come with the chips, which were very nice and still fairly warm.
After the usual afternoon phone call to Paula, more YouTube – Jasper Carrott and Freddie Starr and again after dinner – roast chicken with vegetables. Nice enough.
I decided not to go to the nightclub in Hamilton.
SATURDAY – and a food experiment
Most days I have rolled out of bed about 7:30am and done a bit of photo cropping before breakfast, leaving the computer on charge – which is a bit of a problem. The AC adaptor plug into the laptop has always been a bit loose, but now, I have to waggle it around to get a connection and the thought of no computer is a worry.
Back to the continental breakfast. I now have a bag of one serving breakfast cereals that I’ll probably drop in the charity food bin at the supermarket. I have always thought that there is as much goodness in the cardboard box as the average cereal contents.
The sachet of Nutella was eked out to enhance today’s bread roll.
After exercise, I contemplated once again, a means to heat up the expected macaroni cheese, with a side of meatballs. The temptation was too great. I slugged some milk into the kettle and heated it for a short time (probably too long). When the food arrived, I spooned the macaroni into the milky kettle, switched it on and stirred it. Excellent, and at least the macaroni was hot. Result.
My task for Saturday afternoon was cleaning the kettle, where the milk had obviously stuck… With such a small necked kettle, I had to use my long handled spoon to scrape the base clean. Was it worth it? Probably. Will I be doing it again. Nope.
Paula hadn’t had a good day and as I don’t have my phone switched on, she couldn’t ring me. Big mistake on my part. I felt guilty and a bit low for the day, but she’d chatted to the non-family Julie, where both think we males are bar stewards for keeping them apart, and still relying on each other for moral support. That helped.
Salmon for dinner (nice) and after a quick couple of laps of the yard, more YouTube.
I’d brought a hard drive with me, loaded with films, YouTube clips, music etc., but what I should have brought - or had delivered, was a small electric frying pan.
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