It was better than a poke in the eye with a blunt stick – but only just.
I’m talking of course about the Day 3 covid-19 test carried out here at the prison hotel.
A swab – a stick about the size and length of a small kebab – is thrust up yer nose, and wiggled about to scrape all the nasties up there.
In the midst of this fun, the nurse is counting to 10, slowly, and then it’s over, bar the snorting, and sneezing, and harrumph-ing.
Apparently the results are back possibly as early as today, but in that very non-comforting phrase, “no news is good news,” they tell me.
I imagine that if the worst does happen, they’ll be busting my door down dressed in full protective armour.
So far, that hasn’t happened.