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Well, I've had an interesting few days. Yes folks, this is how I update; not at all for six months, then I tell you about three or four days' worth of stuff. Ain't life a bitch?
Well. I went down the coast with a couple of Hungarian types late on Saturday night and ate fish and chips at some random place in Narooma until a girl came and kicked us out because it was nine o'clock and she wanted to go home. Then we went to bed. The male of the Hungarian species drives a little like Chelsea's dad. But they're very nice people and every time I see them I'm reminded of how much I miss everything about that place.
Anyway, the next morning we had to get up at a reasonable hour and we went on a small boat in a large ocean and looked at some whales. There was a very cool one that swam right under the boat and it was slightly unnerving because we thought it was going to come up underneath us, but it didn't, so everyone is still alive. And we saw seals. Did you know seal colonies stink? Well they do.
After that we wandered along a wooden boardwalk and looked at blue things and the Hungarian lady told me about why the blue things actually look purple from some angles and it was all very interesting. She has a bad back too; one of her discs that should be in one piece is in fact in two pieces, so that's no fun.
Then we had to come home because the Hungarians wanted to see an old lady who is dying, so we did that.
Yesterday I went and got various things including new sneakers and a hair brush.
Today was more interesting, though it was very sad. It was the funeral for the husband of my mother's oldest friend, who had died of a terrible cancer on Friday. He had a melanoma ten years ago and had it removed, but it had spread because he waited and in the last few months he's been in sheer agony. So people, if you ever have a melanoma, GET IT CHECKED RIGHT AWAY! Anyway, a couple of weeks ago the Sutton Volunteer Fire Brigade made him a life member, and they named the playing field in Sutton after him too. He was stoked. He was a good bloke who told awful jokes, demanded full control of all barbecues and loved his three daughters and wife very much. They had to watch him die slowly and painfully over several months and see a man who had been constantly active and on the go wither away into a man who could not even lift his head off his pillow in the end. He had a Stock & Station agency in Sutton and there was a huge crowd in the bush fire brigade shed to say goodbye - they took him away on a fire truck to be cremated, then we all went back to the house and talked about other things. Everyone who knew him turned up, and a lot of people knew Bob. Poor old bugger. But it was a good thing he went in the end; the cancer was all through his body, in his lungs, liver, kidney, stomach, throat and random places; he had a huge lump off to one side of his chest where it had just sprouted under his skin. Anyway, he got a good send off, at least.
Best wishes to Lesley, Leonie, Julie, Beck and Andy. He didn't deserve this, and neither do you.
Well. I went down the coast with a couple of Hungarian types late on Saturday night and ate fish and chips at some random place in Narooma until a girl came and kicked us out because it was nine o'clock and she wanted to go home. Then we went to bed. The male of the Hungarian species drives a little like Chelsea's dad. But they're very nice people and every time I see them I'm reminded of how much I miss everything about that place.
Anyway, the next morning we had to get up at a reasonable hour and we went on a small boat in a large ocean and looked at some whales. There was a very cool one that swam right under the boat and it was slightly unnerving because we thought it was going to come up underneath us, but it didn't, so everyone is still alive. And we saw seals. Did you know seal colonies stink? Well they do.
After that we wandered along a wooden boardwalk and looked at blue things and the Hungarian lady told me about why the blue things actually look purple from some angles and it was all very interesting. She has a bad back too; one of her discs that should be in one piece is in fact in two pieces, so that's no fun.
Then we had to come home because the Hungarians wanted to see an old lady who is dying, so we did that.
Yesterday I went and got various things including new sneakers and a hair brush.
Today was more interesting, though it was very sad. It was the funeral for the husband of my mother's oldest friend, who had died of a terrible cancer on Friday. He had a melanoma ten years ago and had it removed, but it had spread because he waited and in the last few months he's been in sheer agony. So people, if you ever have a melanoma, GET IT CHECKED RIGHT AWAY! Anyway, a couple of weeks ago the Sutton Volunteer Fire Brigade made him a life member, and they named the playing field in Sutton after him too. He was stoked. He was a good bloke who told awful jokes, demanded full control of all barbecues and loved his three daughters and wife very much. They had to watch him die slowly and painfully over several months and see a man who had been constantly active and on the go wither away into a man who could not even lift his head off his pillow in the end. He had a Stock & Station agency in Sutton and there was a huge crowd in the bush fire brigade shed to say goodbye - they took him away on a fire truck to be cremated, then we all went back to the house and talked about other things. Everyone who knew him turned up, and a lot of people knew Bob. Poor old bugger. But it was a good thing he went in the end; the cancer was all through his body, in his lungs, liver, kidney, stomach, throat and random places; he had a huge lump off to one side of his chest where it had just sprouted under his skin. Anyway, he got a good send off, at least.
Best wishes to Lesley, Leonie, Julie, Beck and Andy. He didn't deserve this, and neither do you.