Andrew Rose sent me an email after he and his family (Carmela, Josh and Melanie) and Lindsay had been to visit Win on Mother's Day. He said Lindsay has joined the local Anglican Woodworking Group on Thursday and made some small articles, but has now embarked on a project of repainting all the outdoor furniture at Wm Cape Gardens and they've happily supplied him with the materials. Lindsay has tracked down the home library service and got to watch several of his steam train DVDs which he received each birthday and Christmas. Carmela had a stall at the local Anglican church fete and her cards sold well. Josh is working at the butcher's three afternoons a week as well as Saturdays and some Sundays. He has grown as tall as Michael Weaver and Chris Forbes and is currently doing his School Certificate exams. I talked to Win by phone this afternoon.
I went to church on Sunday morning and got back in time for the roast chicken dinner, a small tender thigh, really delicious. On the breakfast tray that morning was a sprig of dark pink-mauve chrysanthemums, and a bunch of them in a water jug on our dining-room table. Other tables had smaller bunches in their vases, usually containing artificial flowers (but ours has been missing for a while). On Wednesday the waitress was throwing out the drooping flowers from all the tables but our bunch was still fresh from the extra water in the jug and she let me take them, so I still have them in my room in the vase I brought home from WCTU. I would have used the Venetian glass vase but it is out of reach on the top of my computer desk.
I didn't get into the quota for the St Alban's bus trip on Tuesday, but the RN arranged for me to see Dorothy's doctor to get the prescription for morphine I would have run out of before my doctor came back from overseas. I was able to go to church here in the afternoon, and Clare Percival (Chaplain, who had been was at Blacktown and knew Win) said she hopes to visit Win some time and will take me with her.
Margaret McKay rang to arrange transport for me to the CMS meeting on Wed afternoon, as their car was written off in an accident. My new chauffeur was Dorothy Wheeler, whom I had met, and her husband John, from Warrina Village. The car is a Toyota Prius Hybrid, ie it runs on electricity as well as petrol. It was very smooth and quiet. Joan Begbie would have come but she is recovering from a fall. I saw her at the hairdresser's yesterday when she was brought by her son Graeme (our Senior Asst Min at Parramatta). The hairdresser noticed that my eyes were yellow and I explained that I had been to the eye specialist on Thursday and had drops in them. The doctor said the eye had no signs of haemhorrage and the cataracts had not grown but he wants to check in six months. On Friday afternoon Marj Leseberg (former neighbour in Hunter Terraces) brought me fruit jubes and a big Club chocolate.
I rang Wal's Jean this afternoon and she is OK now but missed Mother's Day with her family because she had an upset following lunching out in Sydney on the previous Thursday. I had my usual chat with Jean in Ballina tonight. She had a lovely Mother's Day with her family in Victoria Park near Alstonville. Stuart had taken his BBQ and they were able to use it and help other picnickers when they found the one provided was not working. David had taken extra chairs and was able to lend them to other elderly picnickers. This week Stuart, Megan and their girls are having a week's holiday in Coffs Harbour at the time-share unit owned by Stuart's parents. Jean is minding their two little dogs with her own two.
Tonight I rang Grace on her mobile at the Mainstay Motor Inn at Dubbo, where they had just dined with the BCA family as guests. There are several acquaintances on the tour. It is very cold but she has been wearing the scarf "made in Scotland" which Greg had given her. Michael came to Blackheath last Sat and stayed overnight. On Mother's Day he cooked breakfast and went to church with Grace and Chris. Grace led the prayers in the service and Michael made some complimentary remarks about them.
Everyone sends their love
Hilda
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