Walking today along a path
that runs parallel to the seafront. We
end up at Red Bluff and sit in a little open hut with wooden benches and a
table. Sandwiches with wholemeal bread followed by apples and pears fill us up
for the return journey. Of course, the seagulls try to join us for the meal and I'm always amazed at how one will threaten the others away with its squawking and pecking. They are greedy, just like us, really.
Time here is so relaxing we decide to stay for another two-nights and journey on to Dongara later. At the moment, looking out of the front porch the water is calm and reflects the trees in the distance where the water breaks against the sea ledge.
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Contact Adelle Taylor today
and learn that an old friend of mine, her husband, Archie, died about
nine-years ago. He had a problem with
alcohol, she says. I know this. Archie and I used to sing in pubs in the
Gorbals for a little money, he on accordion and me on the guitar. We had to be
very careful what we sang and most of his repertoire consisted of Irish songs
wither on the protestant or the catholic side.
I haven’t seen Adelle for about 40-years so we decide to meet up in
Perth with David Freedman for a reunion dinner.
The doctor’s surgery is just a 5-minute walk from our apartment and but we decide to drive as things are running late. The chemist has our prescription ready and for some reason we have to sign for the syringe and the medicine. I’m not sure, but I think the medicine is already loaded there because I don’t remember the nurse doing anything but taking it out of the freezer bag, and injecting it.
The doctor who prescribed the
booster the previous day is Scottish, from Glasgow, and practises in
Edinburgh. He doesn’t say much except
that he’s over her for a few weeks, on exchange I presume. He seems exhausted, probably jet lagged.
The nurse rubs my arm with her hand and injects the medicine before I can say anything, no swab or precaution against aids or any other germs she might have picked up from patients. She does the same to Fulmaya. As soon as we get back to the car, we take out the medical kit to swat our arms which are beginning to leak the liquid and cover it with a plaster. Don’t they train nurses in hygiene here?
