We had a great visit with Leanne alst Sundayand achieved heaps. She really enjoys sitting at the dining room table and chatting over coffee & apple scrolls, before Wes heads outside to dig, water & feed her garden. This time, he prepared a new bed, which faces the lounge window, and he hopes to plant more seaside daisies on our next visit. Leanne and I solved some computer issues, and started to tackle the garage, which needs tidying up again.
On Monday, after I had finished supermarket shopping, we three hopped into Sammy, and headed for Ballarat. We needed cash, grog, exercise bands, runners and to collect the laminated Grand Final posters. There is now one on our bedroom window, and the other I posted to Leanne.
And that was the end of the week for me. I started feeling unwell that afternoon, went to bed and have been there ever since with a decent dose of bronchial asthma. I did a RAT just in case on Tuesday morning, but was clear, which was a relief as I wouldn't want to have infected Wes or Leanne!
Wes has been wonderful, as usual, cooking, cleaning, looking after Morse, mowing, weeding, answering the phone, and making sure I was well fed and watered. I took a course of prednisolone, which finished yesterday, and I am hopeful that I will be back to normal very soon. Thanks to everyone who coped with cancelled Zooms, postponed catch ups and a general lack of communication by me this week.
Morse keeping the armchair warm for Wes
We were very disappointed with the result of The Voice referendum, with only the ACT returning a majority YES vote. Wes did the first shift at Glenlyon Hall yesterday, where most of the voters were in favour of the proposition. He caught up with some old friends, met some characters and provided assistance where it was required.
Wes dressed for the early cold shift at Glenlyon
In the afternoon, while I watched the Caulfield races and AFLW footy matches, Wes discovered that through my paternal grandmother, Sarah Jane Kelly, my family is related to the Burmans, parents of one of the Three Lost Children, a famous Daylesford story.
(Three children, William Graham (6 years 6 months) Thomas Graham (4 years) and Alfred Burman (5 years) wandered away on 30 June 1867 and were not found until 14 September 1867 at Musk Creek in the Wombat Forest. Three days after the disappearance at a public meeting over 100 horseman and approximately 600 pedestrians commenced an organised search.
Aboriginal trackers and dogs were used but previous searches had destroyed any traces. Shops were closed for 7 days and large numbers of people searched before they were called off. A dog of a local resident found a boot with a child`s foot in it, and it appeared that the children had sheltered near a large tree and had died of exposure and lack of nourishment. Over 1,000 people attended the funeral.)
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