Saturday 15th August 2015
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| Beautiful wintry Hobart at night |
Two young blokes
came on board while we were filling up the watertanks in the Kabui
Passage.
Martin and Sony were
escorting the Polish family who were staying in Sapokreng village, but they
left them to their own devices and came to admire 2XS. They shook hands with us most reverently as
they came on board and said, “We will call you Grandmother and
Grandfather. That is what we call old
people, in our culture. It is a mark of
respect.” Oh good…we winced slightly but accepted that OK…if that made them
happy…
(We are not QUITE
old enough to be Martin and Sony’s grandparents…)
Meanwhile in
Hobart…Zoe, at five and a half, is very kind and loving with me. But…I must be a bit of a worry to her. She was swinging energetically upside down in
the school playground with her friend Olive yesterday, when she suddenly turned
to look at me. With a bit of pity, a bit
of concern, she said, “You’re tool old to do this, aren’t you Bardy?” I think she was worried that I might feel
left out…
Rose (3) is also
very concerned with the welfare of her elders.
She followed Katy and me around the Lifeline opp shop at 10am on
Wednesday, with a silver goblet, calling out, “Mummy! Here is your wine!” Ah yes…just what Katy and I always have for morning
tea.
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