Nigelness next to godliness

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Dearest Kel and Cat

Well here’s a theory for you. Having spent most of the weekend with a blindingly ugly headache, I woke and went to work on Wednesday remarkably clear and could not believe how good it felt to be at work. I’m sure some of you appreciate just how well you feel when an illness of any duration has gone, all of you will eventually. Now I’m thinking that if I can just perfect the formula for this kind of weekend pain I shall be able to embrace work with gusto well into the next decade.

It’s interesting to extend this theory. If Para Olympians prove that having a car spring for a calf muscle makes them run even faster than the able bodied will the able bodied be allowed amputations to enable super prosthetic additions. Will this fall into the allowable, Thorpie speed suit, Runners starting blocks category, or will it be regarded like drug enhancement as a big no no? Now that’s got you thinking hasn’t it?

Thank you Nigel for not making me disabled. I might have become the second part of the blind I suspect (the sounds turned down) tandem bicycle team who must keep his or her face pressed tightly into the bum of the leader, during racing exertions, no matter what he or she had for breakfast / lunch.

I should explain that Nigel is a Bunnings employee well on his way to full blown dementia. With an executive background in the Advertising industry he is tall and distinguished with an old world gentleman’s charm. He doesn’t remember where anything much in the shop is though he is gracious as he directs customers to me or others, sometimes physically leading them with a hand to elbow. He often asks me what day it is and one day he will not find us at all I suppose. He reminds me of the character Chance, the gardener, played by Peter Sellers who became president in the movie Being There. I always thought him a God like character. So thank you Nigel for there but for the grace of you go I.

Meanwhile Fathers day went well, for me at least at a lovely Thai luncheon in the city. This weekend is of course Hugh’s family day at The Rose in Chippendale when if you’ve been good you may receive traditional inconveniently timed phone calls.

That’s all for now, not much I grant but probably more than anyone will read.

Lots of love to you both from your favourite Aunty

R.