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Post No. 23: Anecdotes and Apocrypha: Bill Peach and Nurse Ratched (3)

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Post No. 23: Anecdotes and Apocrypha: Bill Peach and Nurse Ratched (3)

Bill died a two weeks later.

He died bravely. The nursing staff told me he had undergone a lot of unnecessary pain rather than call them before the pain got out of hand. He didn’t want to make a nuisance of himself.

The nurses loved him and some cried when he died. Two days before he died one of them drove up to the pie shop at Collaroy to get buy his favourite – a basic mince pie. The lady who cleaned his house cried all the way through her cleaning. Everybody either liked him or loved him. He was a gentleman.

The private hospital owner and his people waved a magic wand so that Bill’s last days could be as comfortable as it was possible to be under the circumstances.

It was hard to believe he had gone. His watch and leather manbag were still on the dresser, his precious vintage Merc Miss Daisy was still in the carport and his battered Akubra on the back table.

Seemingly, nothing had changed.

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.