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I will soon stop posting youtube clips (you don’t have to watch them) – the girl and I are still a bit sick. Our neighbour has been hospitalised with flu! Our other neighbour just got out of hospital with pnuemonia. Another neighbour has a skin eating bacteria – eek! It’s all happening around here. Plus there are no doctors (no doubt sick) – we only ever have doctors for about 25 hours per week – very slack! The nearest doctor is an hours drive away this week. So garlic it is! (not a vampire in sight in this here town
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Wow! I hope you and your neighborhood will get better very soon.
Your music festival was really good! Thanks.
Thanks Ben
Gosh, I hope everyone will be well soon. The music is wonderful, but I am really missing the poetry! Eat lots of chicken soup! And garlic too!
I’ve never eaten so much garlic Aletha
Oh dear! Poor you! Get well soon, all of you.
Thanks Tilly
What a setting!
It’s stunning bb – I didn’t even know they did concerts there! The lighting is so magical.
A skin-eating bacteria? That’s horrifying
It is terrible and apparently impossible to cure entirely – he got it from the tropics, but also has some fibromyalgia and chronic pains in the legs which could be contributing. He can’t sleep much because of the pain – horrifying is the word.
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Great stuff, Gabrielle.
Love that avatar!
woof (waggy, waggy
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This is brilliant. My father-in-law and his brother both love opera and have heated debates about who is the better tenor – Pavarotti or Andrea Bocelli. They go on about it for hours. I personally think no one does Nessun Dorma like the Pav but don’t tell Uncle Barry I said that!
I won’t tell Uncle Barry (ssshh) Pavarotti is such a character as well as the magnificent voice. The older I get the more I love opera – the music (I haven’t actually been to an opera – though if I lived in Sydney I would go in a shot) – my Mum loved opera so it must have rubbed off on me. My dream would be to see an opera out in the open in a place like some old ruins in Italy or Greece.