Lord, I have hurt my neck. He would be silly to crack his neck. He was sun baking and he hurt his neck playing tennis in the sun. His name is Paul. He is going away to rub his neck to make it a bit easier. He is going to see his pals. He is a sook. He put a strain on his neck and he would feel sore. He wouldn’t hear any sounds. There would be the sound of a machine. It looks like he has a soft drink, a sore neck and a straw hat. He is probably an entertainer of some kind, a tap dancer and he is going to have lessons somewhere in the city. He would have his lessons, have a siesta, go home and have a bath. He would be going out and he washed himself. He would be a rat-bag. It wasn’t very bad, if his neck is so bad he would go to a doctor. The doctor might have put something on his neck. It is a hot day. His tie is be too much for him. He put the key in the front door, a paper in his hand and he bound his neck. He didn’t go anywhere.
This story was created by Roma, Michael, Joseph, Monica, Valerie and Brenda in the Carinya Dementia Unit on the 21.02.2012