M is off to Antarctica tomorrow aboard the above.
Happy New Year, everyone!
My first major post — which I commend as I took some trouble with writing it — is over on Blogspot (via Live Writer, which really helps!): Everyone has an opinion about Islam. And that is my posting for the day…
Otherwise I had a mission yesterday: to take a form M had sent me from Tierra del Fuego to the Redfern doc, who was fortunately open for business on New Years Eve, so that he could sign that M was fit to go on the sinking ship to Antarctica tomorrow. When I went in I said, “I’m OK, but I have this really strange request…” M had been to see him eighteen months ago, I should add, so he is on the books, even if such remote medical checkups did give the doc pause. “He’s as fit as a Mallee bull,” I said, “I mean, let’s face it, he got to Tierra del Fuego…” So the doc signed, I had the result scanned (I don’t have a scanner) and then emailed it back to M. I also tried faxing it with Skype + PamFax, the latter specially downloaded for the purpose, but didn’t have much success. However, all is well as M emailed that he received the email version and is now clear to go aboard.
My mother used to say that in her younger days people said she rather looked like the Duchess of Windsor; she was not entirely flattered. The Abdication was felt even here in Australia, I believe; my brother was born the year before…
Now to my aging. It is a fact the Abdication occurred just twenty years before I was in the equivalent of Year 8; seems nothing to me now, twenty years. (I was a stamp collector then, as The Rabbit may recall, as he saw the surviving evidence, and among my collection was one Edward VIII stamp, probably collected around 1956.) At that stage anything pre-war was definitely antediluvian from my perspective, though I quite clearly recall King George VI and our singing “God Save the King” in school.
just wish u all have good xmas and happy new year, i am in ushuaia try get last minutes cheap ticket 2 antarctic, will have xmas with people met on travelling
Even if he will be spending it on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
M arrived in Australia from Shanghai in December 1989. He has told me how disappointed he was that year in Christmas, thinking it would be something like Chinese New Year back in Shanghai, only to find the streets of Auburn were less than vibrant on Christmas Day! (I met him around six months later.)