Oh, the poor fellow, he has a bad neck. Poor devil, he has a grin on his face. He is alright his tie is undone and he is like oh, oh. His name is Jack. He is going somewhere, going to Lidcombe to see a doctor about his neck. He knows a doctor in Lidcombe. He makes up stories for a living. He is having an affair with the doctors’s wife. These things happen. He is wiping down his neck. He is feeling crook and he is rather tired. He has a big bag of fruit and he is going to eat, what else would he do. He could cook it, they look like strawberries. We will go to Auburn to pick him up, we will take him to Duck Creek and Duck Creek is on the way to Granville and Clyde. I am going to put him into Duck Creek he may push her in first - we will have to go and find out. He could have been drowned in Duck Creek. He is brown looking and looks as if he has a shave and he is wiping his face. It might be the first one I came across.
This story was created by Therese, Val, Monica, Mabel and Brenda at Carinya Dementia Unit on 13 February 2014