We'll laugh about this holiday one day.
Zali got up this morning and having felt dodgy since the middle of the day yesterday, decided to take the one RAT test that we had on hand. She promptly tested positive. Alarm bells ringing, I took Riley (who conveniently got covid a few weeks ago) to the shops where he ducked out and got hold of 5 tests. At home Jett tested positive too - he was actually showing symptoms a few days ago but we assumed he'd just got the cold that another Tasmanian had (who had been testing negative). Nup that was positive too.
Jon tested himself next but the result was inconclusive, so we took ourselves to get PCR tests after dropping Riley off at orienteering near Seaworld. The queue for PCR testing was very short so we were able to pick him up before he had to resort to the share bikes for the 7km trip home.
Once we reported our positive tests to our friends we received many kind offers of shopping and other services - we even got some flowers delivered which was lovely. Then the rest of the Tasmanian gang started going down too. By the end of the day, 4 out of the 5 Tassie families staying in this apartment block have covid cases, and apparently 11 apartments in the whole building are positive too. While this is extremely disappointing (and expensive as we've had to rebook flights and accommodation), it's kind of a great place to be isolated - we've got friends in the same situation (Zali sent Riley out to kmart for arts and crafts supplies), and as close as next door - so we can share resources and company without having to get in the lifts or go very far. We're soldiering on as best we can!
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Now if this had happened in Kingaroy (like it did to Jon's brother and sister in law) it would have been a different vibe - we were living in a shoebox there with almost no facilities and we wouldn't have got to do any orienteering at all. I'm certainly sad, and it's going to be a hassle trying to work from my laptop next week, but in the grand scheme of things, it's fine.