GRANDFATHER Bunyip was in the back yard on Thursday when, as he puts it, he began to "feel funny", which sounds from his lips like this, "sel sphiny". The poor old bugger was having a stroke, not sufficiently severe to have prompted an immediate reckoning with the Great Bunyip, but nasty enough to put him in an ambulance and, soon after, a hospital bed, where he remains.
He is showing signs of recovery and the medicos are optimistic, more or less. The charm he is turning on for all the firm, young nurses suggests they are right.
Posting will be light at the Billabong for the next few days. If readers inclined to theism care to ask the Great Bunyip for a little help, those prayers would be greatly appreciated.