Well, not actually Bright itself. We stay at Porepunkah about five kilometres out of Bright; not as developed or 'touristy' but really beautiful as the following pictures will show. These were taken with Pam's Canon 350D because my 60D is still being repaired.
Beautiful, yes? And that's only the Porepunkah Pines Caravan Park. The pictures below show far more rugged views from the top of nearby Mount Buffalo, another of our favourite places.
The nicest thing about returning to 'Punkah is the welcome we always receive from the people at the caravan park. They abandon the office and rush out to hug us. Kinda makes us feel special. This time the park owners, Lynette and Theo (pronounced Tay-O) are away but Judy's welcome was as warm as ever. Our favourite site overlooking the river was waiting for us.
Canon has returned my 60D fully repaired, beautifully clean, well packed and at a very reasonable cost. Thanks to Pam for the loan of her 350D which does an excellent job and is much lighter.
The service was very moving and the speakers excellent. This year, again, the children were there in abundance which was commented upon by several speakers. It was very nice to see them taking an interest and so well behaved.
That word "catafalque"; I looked it up because I guessed you'd ask. Both the Oxford and Macquarie dictionaries describe a catafalque as a decorated wooden framework to support a coffin. In this context it is slightly different; I quote from http://anzacday.org.au
Legend has it that the first catafalque (cat-a-falk) parties guarded important and wealthy people’s coffins from thieves and vandals. A catafalque, normally a raised platform supporting a bier on which a coffin rests, may be represented for ceremonial purposes by a shrine or remembrance stone. At a memorial service for a distinguished personage, which is being held at a different location or time to the actual funeral, a representation of a catafalque may be erected in the churches concerned. A catafalque party is a guard mounted over a catafalque on any one of the following occasions:
A catafalque party consists of four sentries, a waiting member in reserve and a commander. If a catafalque party is requested to be mounted for an extended period of e.g. ‘lying in state’ then a series of ‘watches’ divided into ‘vigil’ periods will be provided. A catafalque party must not be senior in rank to the deceased over whom it is mounted.
- during a period of lying in state,
- during a military funeral in a church,
- at a memorial or special occasion such as ANZAC Day or Remembrance Day, and
- during a memorial service in a church for a recently deceased distinguished personage.
Sorry if you're not 'into' words but anyone who is interested and who was unsure of 'catafalque' (like me), is now full bottle.
Back at the caravan our flag was still flying at half mast. Protocol dictates that it should be slowly raised to the full mast position at noon but, owing to the P.A. system malfunction, everything was slightly behind time. The service over, we drove home and raised our flag to full mast.
My plan is to live for ever; until last week it was going well. I always advise people to stay as far away from doctors as possible. This business of crowding patients into a waiting room is not because the poor doctors are so overworked, it's a ploy to give that cocktail of germs plenty of time to mix and spread, ensuring continued job security for the medical fraternity. Note how they stick a television in there? Keeps you occupied, stops you thinking about what you're breathing.
Last week we visited a surgery. Why were we there? To get our scripts renewed yet again - job security, force us to keep going back - and to give our annual blood sample and receive our 'flu' jabs . . . work creation for the back room boys and girls.
Seventy two hours after having the 'flu' jab, this perfectly healthy geriatric went down with the worst influenza you can imagine. It was MAN 'flu'! What are the chances that I was infected by the injection or, less probably, someone in the waiting room?
Stupidly failing to take my own advice, I asked the doctor to look at a tiny little white growth on the back of my hand. The doctor summoned a second doctor and they both bent and stared at this tiny, white, lighthouse-shaped growth. Why did it take two doctors? So both could book time on the jobsheet, of course. It was decided to burn it off by freezing it with carbon dioxide snow or some such. Three days later that tiny growth sits proudly atop a huge water blister. I tell you . . . stay away from doctors!
Last night I phoned Telstra Bigpond because I’d forgotten the password for our ‘hotspot modem’. The nice lady in the Philippines took my details and said she’d send the password as an SMS message to my mobile but would stay on the line until I received it. She's not allowed to see the password, the SMS is sent by computer.
We waited and after a minute I told her that the phone hadn’t rung so she said she’d resend the password. Again nothing so I began to search for the phone which had been on the seat beside me a moment ago. As my search became more frantic Pam joined in while the good-natured Telstra lady waited. We turned the place upside down but it was nowhere to be found. Pulling myself together I explained our predicament to the nice Filipina lady.
“It’s okay”, she reassured me, “I’ll wait”.
“Now let me think back,” I said. “The phone was on the seat next to me. I picked it up and used it to call you. And . . . . . I’m still on the call!”
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