No-one beat me up, but then, they didn’t have to. All the hacking coughs as I tried to exhale my lungs were quite painful enough, thank you. I just spent five hours on checkpoint three, sleeping in the driver’s seat with my head on the steering wheel.
I’m going home to sleep until Sunday.
And away. I’m off to checkpoint three in Victor Two. Hopefully not to get beaten up.
One thing about being stuck here in the control centre, is that you get to hear all the gossip and the latest panics. We’re currently reeling from the news that people on checkpoint one have been beaten up. An ambulance was called, and the rest of them have set off for CP 2 to get away from it.