This is a nice one! Oh Lord! He’s mending it. “Is it a he?” She could be learning to drive and she hasn’t even got a glove on her hands. She has, says Maureen! Her legs and arms are all looked after. She’s going on an airplane. It could be in her own office. We need to look for her to see what she looks like. Monica would tell her she would look after her. It’s set downstairs, the stairs where they pull out the pieces. “I’m sure of it,” says Monica.
She has plenty of iron around her. She has the wheel and she’s sitting up there. She’s about to display it to a crowd. It’s in front of a crowd and she’s going to display her skills in this contraption. It’s meant to be a plane.
There’s a crowd we suppose. It’s in the middle of Madras. It’s joyful weather, it is ordinary weather. She’s going up to the sky. It’s hard to know what she’s on says Val. She’s thinking, where is she going?
She is going to the pictures. She might do that. She is going to see one here in Auburn. She might and she might not. She is quite capable. There are trees there like Mabel’s sisters trees. There are little chickens and little cuddles, chirp, chirp.
We hear the sound of the crowd. It depends on what kind of crowd you have. She falls off the damn thing and afterwards they all get together and go and have dinner.
This story was created by Sevich, Norma, Maureen, Monica, Val and Mabel
at Carinya Dementia Unit on 8 April 2015.