Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Round the Clock


Lots of support now, day and night. After a weekend battery failure on the drugs driver it took a flurry of nurses to set things to rights. Seduced as they are by the indominatable Macfarlane spirit, they told their friends to come too. Indeed, soon we'll have met the whole, dedicatedly caring team - every one a gem - every one treated to a dose of his utterly disarming humour and charm. It is a spontaneous reaction from him no matter how pained and fatigued he feels. Just when we think the reserves are failing some new source of energy is found. Perhaps through osmosis his sixties sojourn across the Red Interior has left him with the Aboriginal skill to survive the harshest of drought. Wherever it comes from, the ability to conjure up sparkling springs of laughter in the most arid terrain never ceases to amaze.
But I'm never too surprised that as soon as they are gone, in the all too brief periods of calm between medical intrusions, the oasis melts away. He tilts back his head and retreats into sleepful oblivion - "zonkers"
"Any more news from the blog, Mags. Let me know when I'm awake"
He says he loves the buzz he gets from you all meeting up there. Not quite The Abbotsford before an International or the Cask and Barrel for a St Mary's in-service, but this way he doesn't have to tackle the pints.
Ssssssh now, he's drifting. Doorbell off, phone on silent . Thank you for your noise free comments and emails.
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14 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mags wonders where the new source of energy comes from so regularly. Perhaps it is her cheerful and loving 24 hour a day care that is doing the trick. Well done Mags. Our thoughts are with you.
Margaret
( Douggie's sister)

7:20 pm, January 24, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Having chucked the beef in the oven on Sunday we decided to go to a local hostelry to partake of some lemonade. Sitting on bar stools we surveyed the bottles in our midst and spied the Ardbeg in unison. Now Ardbeg is not a bottle one sees in deepest Kent (yes its a county not a cigarette) so glancing at each other, part knowing smile and part watery eyes you were immediately in our thoughts.
With love from a very very long term friend of your NZ contingent -

Helen + David Flockhart

12:48 am, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Mags, you are such a wonderful person. Dougie is so lucky to have you. I wonder if I will ever get to the UK and meet you.

As for Dougie, he is cheerful as ever despite all the pain he is going through. He is truly amazing. Send him my love and tell him I am same-same-lah :o)

Love to you both,
Aida, KL, Malaysia

3:49 am, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mags and Doug
Still loving the news and feeling in touch with you - slow typing - my husband threw a rugby ball at me and I now sport an attractive plastercast on the fracture! - obviously didn't inherit any skills on the rugby field!
love from Sydney
Helen and the little men.

7:29 am, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Mags and Douggie,
The blogspot is a regular drop in for me and the indomitable spirit which sustains you both blows me away.
Some news fae Leith: Mother Macdomald is still glamorous at 87 with the added interest of Alzheimers to confuse and entertain us. I found a tin of cat food in the fridge at the weekend.(no she doesn't have a cat). I am less worried about her eating the tasty nutrtious morsel but more concerned that she miay start purring and rubbing herself round my legs!
Hey Ho
Love from Pat
PS I never could acquire a taste for the grain but when the ruby red liquid chortles into my glass I think of you Douggie.

8:46 am, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Rabbie Burns' Day to you both. Thinking of you. lol xxx

10:39 am, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This first Burn's quote is for all the meals around our respective tables - reminiscent of a ten bottle evening and a return home on the 26 Bus!!
'The storm without might rair and rustle
Dan did na mind the storm a whistle.
Care, mad tae see a man sae happy,
E'en droen'd himsel amang the nappy:
As bees flee home wi' lades o' treasure,
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure:
Kings may be blest, but Dan was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!

1:19 pm, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This second Burns is for two of the most Right people we know, with love.
If Happiness hae not her seat
And centre in the breast,
We may be wise or rich, or great,
But never can be blest:
Nae treasures, nor pleasures
Could make us happy lang;
The heart ay's the part ay,
That makes us right or wrang.

1:24 pm, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mags
you have said it - "the sparkling springs of laughter " the'" Abbotsford" and 'The Cask and Barrel" - Fridays planning -time-!!?? - love Ewen .

10:14 pm, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

" Till a' the seas gang dry.."

All our love - R.N.X.S

10:41 pm, January 25, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aye, just the man to create the “Macflurry”! And the two of you give everyone around you so much more good and energy than the fast food alternative. Thank you for that. Mair cheers, thoughts and prayers from us to you both, as ever.

Scott & Joyce

9:26 am, January 26, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm going to start using this site like the Abbotsford - a place of contact. Carol! Morag! How is Jeannie doing?
I'm still stuck in this room with students hammering away on their computers. Outside is Portobello and through the grey of the day the Pans are clear. Musselburgh has still got its street lights on (shamefull - its 1:00pm) but the Pans are suitably quiet.

Love to all Lewis

1:22 pm, January 26, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Drought?! Drought?!
Dont believe a word that Disparate Dan says. I remember him arriving at the Uluru Workies Club as dry as a dead dingos donger and a bit short of the moolah. Well, I musta had a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock that day 'cos I let the bludger rope me in to a game of 'two up'. Next thing I know, I'm cleaned out - down to me 'budgie smugglers' and thongs! Fair dinkum tho', he did get the grog in and after hitting the turps for a few hours we had a ripper!
Good on yer, Mate!

Drongo O'Leary

10:54 am, January 27, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Mags, Dougie
was that the Drongo O'leary from the Northern Territories that borrowed my sheep last year when his missus was a bit crook, writing to you? If so,ask him if I could get her back as my missus is going to Kukhabungha for a month to visit her folks and it gets bloody lonely here mate.
Scratcher Harris, over by Markinbut has offered me one of his sheep, but I don't like to cheat on my own sheep.

Cheers mates
Hector from Queensland

7:18 pm, January 27, 2006  

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