Two Weeks in Quarantine: Day Six

Someone on our flight has tested positive.

So now we are confined to our room until another swab has shown us to be negative (our own day three swabs came back clear; they re-swabbed us this morning following the positive test on our co-traveller).

No more exercise down on the pool deck, nor even at the entrance lobby area. No more barista coffees (fortunately though Lois’ granddaughter Abi had delivered a cafetiere and some ground coffee so we can still have our mid-morning cup of coffee).

This morning, deprived of my four thousand nine hundred and twenty (or so) paces round the deck, I was obliged to join Lois in her Pilates.

I’m not sure why so many people put themselves through that so regularly. It is certainly neither relaxing nor fun.

Since we will be in the same position tomorrow, I will subject myself to such penance as the only way of getting a daily dose of exercise.

But I will look forward to being able to walk gently round and round the pool deck again.