Quarantine day 3

The rubbish is stacking up outside our door. They say they'll collect it 3 times a day but that's not happening. Dinner is delivered late and there's a gluten free meal instead of the requested a vegan 😠 They resolve it, but trust is lost in the catering company. Day 3 and I suppose it's to be expected that some things will start to get on our nerves.

When I open the door, our resident guard watches me suspiciously but doesn't say a word. I'm just putting my rubbish out, I want to scream. I'm hardly going to sprint to the lifts, passed the army and police, wearing my PJs. There's a strong smell of cheap aftershave. I guess that's what happens when you sit there all day.

Highlight for today is our shopping delivery. Plant-based Milo 😀 raisin bread 😃 Tiny Teddies 😊 and Twisties 😋.

Still skipping.