Who wants to join me in quarantine? (Lighthearted)

[TinselAngel]

Such is the sheer amount of fuckwittery around at the moment, I find myself envious of people being quarantined.

Crisp sheets, peace and quiet, possible internet detox. What's not to like? (Assuming you don't get ill of course).

Anyone joining me?

(Or am I getting quarantine mixed up with a spa break?)

Am I allowed to bring my knitting ?

Crafting is allowed as long as it's not too strenuous.

Can I just send my cat. I will stay home

I get he is stressed. But it means my tummy is being treaded out to agony

He would only stay for a bit. He likes watching telly

Hmmm, the quarantine retreat does sound tempting, but I did also really look forward to the gulags. They promised us a t*rfs-only retreat, which is most soothing for frayed tempers...

Sigh.... I wish I’d opened this very comforting thread earlier in the weekend. It does all sound very lovely Tinsel.

I can’t knit, but can the dog come? He’s a bit wild (being young) but there are no roads nearby, I presume, so he could run and run outside (he looks lovely when running - he has a plumy tail, like Timmy [wrong Enid Blyton, but there you go]). Then he could come in, circle on the bed, and lie down tucked in beside my knees and be properly snuggly. I promise any stinky bones he has will be kept firmly outside.

Will there be an outdoor pool, cut into the rocks? I know it's in the mountains, but perhaps some seawater can be added now and then?

So if dogs are coming, can I bring my horse? He can stick his head through the window and nicker gently? There will of course be a groom to sort him out in my absence under the covers, as I smile bravely and throw Polo's at him.

( Can you tell I've had a shit day at the stables battling the elements...)

Dogs are always welcome.

Malory towers swimming pools are a bit bracing for my delicate constitution but I guess if you all want to go in there, I can wrap myself in a blanket and look on indulgently, whilst drinking a medicinal cocktail.

can I bring my horse?

Horses are terribly strenuous. Give yourself some quarantine time off from horse husbandry. It's for your own good.

Oh OK then! You've twisted my arm re the horse - in a fragile feeble fashion naturally - I shall bring my knitting instead.

Can I admit myself to the TB clinic Spa? I just need my bath chair wheeling out onto the terrace about mid-morning. After someone has tucked blankets around me, obv.

I’ll keep an eye on your cat if you want Littl. Sounds like him and me would get on well.

I remember visiting my mother in a Convalescent Home in 1979 which I think you would have all liked. All the rooms had French doors that opened on to a veranda where the women rested after lunch and the gardens were lovely.

Australia has set up a quarantine facility in an old mining camp near Darwin. It has its own cinema, swimming pool and library. When I heard about it on the news I found myself wishing I could be quarantined for a couple of weeks. I wonder what the catering is like?

All the rooms had French doors that opened on to a veranda where the women rested after lunch and the gardens were lovely.

Loving the idea of compulsory rest after lunch.

Tinsel when I had my first baby a million years ago we stayed in hospital a week and had an enforced nap after lunch

Yes to a lovely veranda, assume there is bird table too?

A bird table.

Enforced Nap must be one of the most beautiful phrases I have ever heard...

(I fell asleep in a jacuzzi once)

In books (mainly chalet school) women are told "you must have absolute rest", which is a prolonged enforced nap, I suppose.

I'm always jealous of the women in Call The Midwife who are told to stay in bed after they've given birth.

I remember visiting my mother in a Convalescent Home in 1979 which I think you would have all liked.

Funnily enough that was the year I started my nursing training. There was a convalescent home at Hunstanton that we sent patients to.

I wonder if this was it? It looks rather smart.

That looks lovely.

I'm tired and need a(nother) pit stop.

Is beef tea a proper restorative or just romanticised version of something grim? There's enough pretending of wholesomeness on the outside, I've a fevered brow and need tucking in.

Kate is def welcome if she finds us, and Harry could probably do with a cup of tea.

I'm not faffing about making stock, would an Oxo Cube do?

Or a tin of Oxtail Soup?

(Although it's not my idea of quarantine spa food).