Entry 968
Wednesday 22nd May 2019
Nikki isn't well.
I radioed through to her this morning to talk to her, but she told me that she wasn't well and wanted to be on her own. I said I'd go round to keep her company and look after her, but she said she wanted to be on her own and said she thought it was best that she didn't pass her germs on to me. "Are you sure you're OK?" I asked, "You sound a bit..." "Are you deaf?" snapped Nikki, "I just told you. I'm not well." "I really think I should come round," I said. "No," said Nikki, "I just want to relax and be on my own." "What exactly is wrong with you?" I asked. "Are you saying I'm lying?" snapped Nikki. "No," I emphasized, "Not at all. I'm just thinking that if I know what's wrong, I can bring some medicine round or something." "I don't need any medicine," said Nikki, "I just need some peace and quiet." "Is it something you've eaten?" I asked, "I wonder if it was the pumpkin pie? Mind you, I ate it and I didn't get ill." "Luke, stop making a fuss," said Nikki, "I'll be OK." "I don't like you being on your own." "Well instead of focusing on what you want, can you focus on what I want and respect my decision?" said Nikki. "Yeah, of course," I said, being all apologetic "I'm really sorry. I just wanted to see you; especially if you're ill. If you want to be on your own, I'll give you some space. I'll radio you tomorrow."
I've missed not seeing Nikki today, but I suppose I can see where she's coming from. When I get ill, all I want to do is be on my own, and I suppose I get really snappy too, so I do empathise with her. Hopefully she'll feel better tomorrow, and then we can spend the day together after I finish work.
Thankfully Mum and Auntie Meryl haven't spent too much time together, meaning there's been no bickering or b*tchy comments.
The walls around Cowes and the other populated areas of the island are nearly complete. The more I think about it, the more I think we need to come up with a plan in case we need to get off the island quickly. It may be time to start thinking about getting a boat or plane or something. Madeline and Sci-Fi Cyn can fly planes and helicopters, so that's a useful bit of information to know. Hopefully we'll never need to act on such a plan, but I think it's good to have one just in case.
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