HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL, HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW OR GETTING HOME AND READJUSTING TO LIFE ON THE OUTSIDE. (CONTINUED FROM ‘DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE’) Crazy though it may seem, readjusting was tougher […]
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DAY ELEVEN, SATURDAY RELEASE
The extraordinarily rude Indian woman driving the bus insulted each one of us four who decided six quid was a bargain to get the hell out of there.
DAY TEN. SECOND FRIDAY.
HONEST REPORTS, DAY BY DAY FROM QUARANTINE HOTEL HOLIDAY INN HEATHROW. (SEE DAY NINE HERE)
IN QUARANTINE HOTEL HELL A NEW CRUSHING BLOW, BRUTUS MY SONS BULLDOG BEEN TAKEN INTO HOSPITAL
All other news from today has been made irrelevant as I just received a call from my son that Brutus our British Bulldog has been taken into hospital with severe breathing problems. This news is the final straw. This is new torture whilst I’m still not allowed to leave here until one minute past midnight. A day when I felt relatively happy has now developed into a terrible crying jag. I simply feel that the ground I walk on will never be safe again for this is literally the final straw. This wonderful kind magnificent boy is now in peril and only just turned six years of age, young even bulldog standards.
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DAY NINE, SECOND THURSDAY.
‘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.
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.
