This morning Peter woke, and it was obvious he wasn't well. He said he was shivering when he woke, I started getting worried. He had a tickly throat too, and I thought he felt a bit warm.
He had a shower, "to clear his tubes", and because he knows I worry about these things, he said, "OK, I'll do a Covid test, just to prove to you that I don't have it!"
Famous last words!
Two lines across the test and we had to work out what to do next. It was about 8.10am, and we were supposed to be in the craft room in 20 minutes for registration. Peter tried to ring Rolando, but couldn't get through, so he rang the medical centre.
They sent a guy to test us both, he said he'd ring us with the results. Rolando rang back, we explained and asked Rolando to get his art suitcase from the store. The medical centre rang and told us Peter was positive but I was clear. Housekeeping rang, we needed to pack up our suitcases ready to move into an isolation cabin. A knock at the door, there was othe art suitcase. We packed.
Eventually we were moved, guys in white hazmat suits arrived to take our suitcases, and the corridor appeared to have been closed, no passengers anywhere. We were taken to the service lift at the end of the ship, and moved down a level into a "isolation cabin" near the rear of the ship. Menu's for lunch and dinner were left and that was it.
So we've been here for the day. It's been pleasantly quiet, we've been on and off the phone sorting out little problems such as not having key cards, disembarkation, luggage etc.
Curiously, Peter got an email from one of the Art Class passengers "thank you for the classes, sorry you are not well, etc". We decided they were fishing for info, so he's not gonna reply until we are off the ship. We are pretty sure the rumours will be flying, especially amongst the entertainers... it gives them something to talk about.
So we will miss all the goodbyes, and "the can I have your address" stuff, but we are not too worried about that, Peter is easily found on t'internet. Tomorrow we will be the last to disembark, so as not to contaminate the rest of the passengers. More white hazmat suits!
Then it will be homeward bound, I am looking forward to my kettle, my bed, and a tesco's delivery. All is good in my world.
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