Another tiring day, but enthusiasm remains high in view of the purpose. We set up the production line for our third ‘product’, a 5-Day Home Isolation Pack of meals, snacks, fruit and brownies (probably for morale more than nutrition) and sent 33 of those out. It is still really small volume but a remarkable achievement for Day 4, since on Day 1 the team were met by an empty aircraft hangar, a pallet of flat-packed cardboard boxes, some roller conveyors and a refrigerated van. We are serving the reasonably well known John Radcliffe Hospital in Oxford, but have had an enquiry from Great Ormond Street Hospital, which delights me so much, as Polly so loved the children.
Apparently BBC Breakfast didn’t run us this morning; in one respect I’m pleased but equally ‘mission first’ if it gets greater publicity and hence support, then its worth my embarrassment.
I’m staying in Stan, our little oasis. The Army offered (unbeknown to me at the time), but by their own admission the accommodation is ‘austere’. And I don’t mind that really, however as I came up in Stan, better to rest my weary bones in familiar surroundings than on the wafer thin mattress that was probably produced in the ’50s, when the accommodation block was built! And the weather is really lovely, so its nice sitting with the door open in the late evening sun, it won’t be like this next week when I’m back at work.