‘That’s fine’ I purred ‘I don’t want to cast the hotel in a negative light in these tricky times but I will be writing about it, so I really need to cast a fair light on the hotel which I could see had been commandeered by agents of the government’ Silence.
Category: HOTELS AND TRAVEL.
All the journeying and dwelling of a trip.
DAY EIGHT. SECOND WEDNESDAY.
I was still terribly confused, still thinking I had to get a flight to London even though I could see I was already there in the terrible no mans land that is Hotel California.
DAY SEVEN. SECOND TUESDAY.
My evening as usual was restless and miserable and knowing my second test is due tomorrow made me panic. What if they had red flagged me and gave me a false positive? It had happened in Tulum when I was completely well and healthy so why not here? I had a big activist target on my back and now fully understand the lies that flow freely in this vile new world order. I paced the room a caged animal. Nighttime is always bad and my Sleepeeze hasn’t turned up and my Diazepam barely hits the sides now.
DAY SIX. MONDAY.
So a lovely medic called Camillo just had a long chat and was completely in agreement with me. I care not if people are spies now you have to branch out and speak to the one person who isn’t Indian security. He bad mouthed the whole system too so if you grass me up Camillo my darling I shall return the favour. You see how nasty and suspicious this whole global hoax has made people? This splitting of a society with lies and fear propaganda has nearly done it’s job. I say nearly, as more of the sleepers are finally awakening. The ones deeply entrenched with this evil plan are usually the ones gaping at TV and reading bullshit mass media. The softly endearing term ‘auntie’ for the BBC hides a highly organised criminal cabal in its lace petticoats.
DAY FIVE. SUNDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW (SEE DAY 4) THE PHOTO IS FROM A TRIP TO COLOMBIA IN HAPPIER DAYS. OR MY FIRST HAIRWASH, NO MORE SAND IN MY HAIR. […]
DAY FOUR. SATURDAY
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW (to see day 3) OR UNWASHED AND NOW THE BAILIFFS. AT LEAST I HAVE MY CARD NUMBER NOW SO I CAN ORDER DRINKS After […]
DAY THREE. FRIDAY
THE MYSTERY DAY! (see day two) Call front desk, wait for guard to escort me to the lift desk, report my room number and name go downstairs repeat at desk by lifts on ground floor, […]
DAY TWO. THURSDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW. (TO SEE DAY 1)
PCR TEST AND THE WORSE DAY OF ALL.
I simply woke and brushed my teeth without toothpaste and drank a scalding cup of tea then scrubbed my cheeks and my horrifically yellow furry tongue, then swilled my mouth and spat the ghastly build up of gunk from my tablets the night before. And before I knew it, a knock on the door and the test had arrived.
DAY ONE. WEDNESDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW (see day 0) THE DREADFUL REALIZATION THAT NO MEDICAL AND COMPASSIONATE EXEMPTION WOULD COME. I woke then slept again. The heavy delicious sleep which […]
QUARANTINE DAY ZERO. TUESDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW OR ARRIVING IN THE UK TO BE HERDED TO BUSES BY GUARDS TO ‘CHECK IN’ AT DYSTOPIAN PRISON CAMP. Nobody had any idea of […]