We've got a window that opens 10 cms! It's the simple things. It was one of the complaints of the first quarantinees in Oz when they arrived to incarceration with no opening windows. I thought they were whingeing, I realise how important it is. I awoke excited for how I could make this hotel stay an interesting experiment. Food is delivered with a knock and a bag outside the door. Cold omelette and bacon served with a spoon. Pretended I was having a picnic.
Still in my nightie, braless, the alarm went off telling us to make our way out of the building. Rushed to find bra and wonder whether I had time to dress appropriately but by that time, the alarm was off and the police outside our rooms said it was a mistake. Got dressed anyway, put lipstick on, headed to the gym which is located conveniently 2 metres from the bedroom which was handy. Did workout and decided on the way to my new office to stop off one metre from my desk to do a dance jazzercise routine on Youtube. Hot and sticky, I jogged the rest of the way, stopping off to have a quick coffee in a nice little cafe with city views, only 1 metre from my office. Four packets of Nescafe Blend 43, limited edition granules and some UHT milk later, I was ready for my work day.
Booked in a couple of conference calls with Covid-19 recoverers to find out their status. One having been let out of quarantine, the other still with a cough that is keeping him in even thought he's tested negative. Check in with my girls next door, discovered we can yell to each other out our respective windows but can't see. Having finished said calls, I write my blog and I am behind in my art course, so I try and catch up.
Lunch is delivered, warm pasta, indeterminate sauce and a roll. Decide to go on water fast, not much good on carbs. Dinner is served. Two servings of hot meat lasagna (which I have to send back as I have mammalian protein allergy, doesn't that sound interesting?), 2 rolls and 2 tabs of a desert that tastes meaty and which is unidentifiable. The girls get sent two tiny portions of vegetarian lasagna which I suspect was mine. An hour later, sometime after 9.30, they send up inedible ravioli, hard as rocks. The wine I ordered at lunchtime still hasn't arrived but after a phone call, a bottle turns up at the door. It's liquid and watery so I feel it is in keeping with my water fast; I'll come out of here svelte, fit and toned. The girls are starving but aren't allowed any extra - government regulations.They think of getting Uber Eats but the hotel is not allowed to deliver said items after 7 pm. It is now 10 pm. We decide to call in help from family and friends for tomorrow.
Office and conference centre, dance studio and gym in between.
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