Our Brother Friends monster house has been settled and because one is undergoing long term treatment for his leukaemia, they have rented a two bedroom apartment in a posh eastern suburb for around $500 per week and their plan to move to Thailand is on hold.
Our Malaysian friend Manny's ex priest friend who had a stroke while making Christmas cakes for the poor and sundry and was found wandering near his local railway station in his apron has been taken into care.
Our Fijian Indian friend who holidayed with in parts in Europe hooked up with a Polish chap while we were travelling. They did not meet, but the Polish has now flown into Melbourne and quickly seen the sights and is now in Sydney for New Year with our Indian Fijian friend.
Our older ex NT politician friend is off of a driving holiday in the New Year. He will stay at various friend's places as he heads north to Queensland.
Let me flesh it out a bit. Manny asked us in early December to visit the Ex Priest in a new private hospital rehab place. Life was just too busy but we did get around to it until last week, except he was no longer there and the switch person did not know where he was.
I sent a text to Manny in Malaysia and he said he was now in a Kew private hospital. I worked out where he was.
In the meantime we were arrived at our ex NT politicians place for a late afternoon/evening Boxing Day barbeque. R saw a car there and realised it was owned by someone he detests. He called the host and apologised for our non attendance and we came home, and barbequed our marinated meat prepared for the barbeque. R was apologetic to me. So he should have as there were some nice people there, apart from the prat who R does not like. It is odd, because although I remember the night vividly, like me telling R to take the car and I would get either the train home or get a cab, I do not remember the rudeness of the person that R says was directed at me. I would not describe myself as a weak person and I stand up for myself when I see a need, which is not often because I am hard to offend. It was something to do with property, us in a highrise and him in modest apartment. He does talk big at times. (Code for V, Nct Thai) A couple of gifts were left there for us, including what is probably a regift of chocolates from our Brother Friends.
So, Brother Friends have moved and while we knew roughly where, we did not know the address and had no way of contacting them. The well Brother called us on his mobile when we were out and of course I now had captured his mobile number. I called them back on the mobile, but I forget what was said and when that was.
After our non attendance at the Boxing Day bash, they left a message on our phone giving their landline phone number and asked if we would like to visit their new home. I called them back and suggested Monday or Tuesday, but then instead of looking after Little Jo on Sunday, it was changed to Monday, so Tuesday was my only free day.
On the way we stopped off to see the ex priest. He has been diagnosed with dementia but seemed quite with it to us. His room is in a very modest older style hospital room and quite dark and depressing. There isn't air con but at least he can open the window. To our surprise he is in a locked ward. I suppose it is necessary to stop him wandering, but he used to walk a lot before his stroke and is missing it. He seemed pretty miserable. Someone promised to take him to church on Christmas Day, but cancelled at the last minute. Think about it you Micks. A retired priest didn't get to Mass on Christmas Day. R was so sad about his situation, well so am I. I reassured R that there would be a chapel within the building, but I did not do so with any real knowledge. He does have good outside support, but by golly, it is not much of a life at the moment for him. In his normal boring manner, he banged on about his past. I tried to talk about things happening now, but it wasn't working. Actually, it wasn't so boring to hear about the foibles of priests in the past. Nothing juicy, but just that they are human, fallible, stupid and very lazy at times. He is being offered various places for more permanent care but I suspect always in a locked environment. He just wants to go home to his flat and return to his old life. To us, he seemed fine and there is no reason why he could not, but doctors know better, methinks.
The desk nurse gave us a slip of paper with an exit code through two doors from the building.