Sunday 6 October

A very quiet day in the comfort of Watto and Graham’s home.  A small bowl of white rice for me, just as we do for the dog when she is sick, and a piece of toast for Cherrie.  We keep them down.  This is progress.  Garry and Di land in Perth at 3.30pm and Watto collects them from their airport hotel and brings them home for dinner.  She has made chicken soup for us and a delicious looking moussaka for them.  Her freezer is full to overflowing, since there was a family dinner planned for last night but we had to pull the plug on that.

We are all tired so the McDonald’s take a taxi to their hotel at abut 8pm (11pm for them, of course) and I go to bed.  Cherrie follows soon after.

 Monday 7 October

Mercifully we feel well enough to fly today.  We meet Garry & Di at the airport and fly to Broome.  I have not eaten anything, not prepared to take the risk with a flight, but I make it fine.  We collect our cars at the airport and drive to the house which will be home for the next week.  Another ‘luxury’ experience with a list of defects as long as my arm.  I have long arms.  But the property manager deals quickly and efficiently with as many as she can and I save the rest for a letter.

We knew the house overlooked Roebuck Bay but what we didn’t know was that the main view is a caravan park

Having delivered our bags to our various bedrooms and surveyed the pantry we head into town where we ALL partake in lunch.  Cherrie and I eat an actual meal.  No grog yet.

The Coles Supermarket is very devoid of fresh food but we gather enough for a BBQ dinner and plans to check out Woolies tomorrow.

Another early night.  Another grog free night.

Tuesday 8 October

A RETCH-ED START Garry has caught the bug.  He has been throwing up, and the other thing, all day.  Cherrie and I feel dreadful that we have passed this on to him.  We were so careful not to touch anyone or anything that could contaminate but clearly we have failed.  Watto, who is a very senior nurse, tells me not to beat myself up about it (and she’s tough…if there was something to beat myself up about she would most certainly encourage me).  Under her supervision we are all on a OCD hand washing routine now and praying that no one else succumbs.  Great Southern Rail has a lot to answer for.

Cherrie and I read and relax today, we even have a swim in the pool.   We had to wait for the pool men to come and extricate the bag of rubbish from the bottom of the pool, remove a few toys and the odd badminton shuttle, turn the heater off, which was set to a rehabilitating 32 degrees, vacuum and correct chemical balance.  It was actually quite a pleasant swim,  but exhausting so we had to lie down again!  Interrupted only by the man to fix the lock which doesn’t work and replace the 7 light globes which have blown, along with some other minor fixes.

Meanwhile, Garry is confined to bed and Di is tending to him and reading.

Watto and Graham go to Cable Beach

And swim with the snakes (told you she was tough).

Hopefully tomorrow we can start with a clean sweep.