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Day one of isolation on Tracy Island: Brains forced us all through a decontamination shower, Grandma made us bathe in dettol and Alan finally smells nice. From now on all rescues will be performed in full protective, radiation proof uniforms and helmets with breathing apparatus used. John is just glad he hasn't been on earth long enough to be scrubbed.
Now we are free to move around and supplies are still plentiful (Grandma always stocks up 6 months in advance anyway). Although she has fallen foul to the great toilet roll hoarding and has put an extra code lock in the store room, growling like a dragon when anyone suggests that she might be going a little too far. Again, John is glad he has his own supplies (I'm beginning to think that Space Hubby is actually the most sensible person in the world).
Jeff has yet to lay down the law over what he's calling "This whole funny business" but it's only a matter of time... I shall check in with you all tomorrow, until then,keep safe and keep sane, we do not want to have to come out and rescue you from something stupid, we will just laugh.