7.30am: Wake up slightly earlier than usual as I have a lot to get done this morning. Shower, dress and put jeans on for the first time in what feels like forever but forgo the makeup (let’s not go too crazy). Finish all the last-minute packing I should have done last night and get excited that I’m only working half a day today (praise be for flexible working).
8.30am: Sit down at my tiny Ikea dining room table to start work. A and I are lucky that we have been able to work from home since lockdown began and (although we do have to share said tiny table) it’s been going alright. I am, however, definitely looking forward to going back to the office when we can as I really miss the social aspect of having colleagues around who are easily available for advice and a chat. A makes me breakfast of Greek yoghurt, granola and berries and I finish some tasks I’ve been working on this week.
9.30am: Have a Skype call with my placement line manager to brief her on the work I’ve been doing and hand over anything outstanding before I go on annual leave. I feel guilty as she’s going to be swamped next week since the contract we’ve been working on has to be placed before the end of July but I have been working to get through as many tasks as possible over the last few days. I spend the next two hours writing up evidence for my re-grade portfolio to send to my mentor to review while I’m away.
12pm: Log off for the next 10 days! Quickly sort out the last bits and bobs we need to take with us. I speed-make us a packed lunch as we’ve run out of time to eat at home while A checks every plug is switched off and every window is closed. We walk to Bristol Parkway station. As A works for the railway we’ve managed to get discounted tickets, which he bought last week. Also, rest assured our face masks are on.
1pm: Our first train of the day is basically empty and there is nobody sat anywhere near us, so we eat our packed lunch. I’ve got a tuna and cheese pitta bread, crisps and a brownie – not the healthiest but hey, I’m on holiday. We’re getting three different trains to get to Gatwick (currently no flights going from Bristol) to avoid going through central London on the Tube, so pass the time listening to the Off Menu and Richard Herring podcasts.
2.30pm: Our discounted tickets will only get us to Redhill, so A buys us two tickets from there to Gatwick on his phone. £2.65 each but A pays and prints them while we wait at Reading.
4.10pm: Arrive at Gatwick. The south terminal is like a ghost town and none of the airline desks is open. Get the monorail to the north terminal, which is slightly busier. We’ve arrived three hours early so we check our bags in and go through security, which is a lot busier than expected but probably because they only have two lanes open. Throughout the whole journey so far everyone has been wearing face masks, which is positive to see.
5pm: The departure lounge is the quietest I’ve ever seen it and with slim pickings for food, with only Pret and Starbucks open. I buy the vegan sandwich and a packet of salt and vinegar crisps from Pret for my dinner. £5.19
7pm: EasyJet boards the plane in smaller sections than usual. It’s a full flight and everyone is instructed to keep their mask on at all times. Pass the flight listening to more podcasts.
7.40pm: We land in Jersey and I’m so happy to finally be home! We’re told to disembark the plane a row at a time and only get up once the row in front/behind has left. This is a concept that a few people obviously struggled with. We disembark and are directed to the first of many desks where I give my contact details, seat number and telephone number. Collect our bag and it’s on to another desk where the same information is asked for again along with the address where we’ll be staying, and we have to declare if we’ve got any COVID-19 symptoms. We’re told that it can take 48 hours to get our tests results back (which are sent via text) and that we should be socially distancing and minimise contact with anyone outside our household until then. We’re then given a sticker with a barcode and our name on it and sent on to the testing cubicles. A lady in full PPE swabs the back of my throat and up my nose, sticks my details on the swab and then off I go.
8.30pm: My mum picks us up and drives us back to her house and I immediately jump in the shower as the natural deodorant I’ve just started trying out has not held up and I now have major regrets for being influenced by Instagram ads into spending way too much money on it. Boyfriend and I share a frozen oven pizza as we’re still quite hungry and I eat one of the chocolate orange cupcakes my mum's made.
10.30pm: After catching up with my mum, who I haven’t seen in over six months, we head to bed.
Total: £5.19
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