MANY THANKS for the prayers and good wishes, which Grandfather Bunyip credits for what his no-longer-quite-so-worried kin regard as a near-miracle recovery. The old fellow was sent home yesterday with instructions to never, ever take an aspirin, not to drive and, above all, to avoid bending over. He agreed to everything and was set free.
Grandmother Bunyip is also much relieved. She had been fretting that the object of her affection might have lost some of his smarts, but the great survivor put that fear to rest when he looked up from a copy of today’s Phage, shook his head in wonderment at the editorial and asked a very simple question:
“If that witch wants to tax carbon dioxide, why isn’t she putting a tariff on goods from China?” he asked.
It is a riddle that demonstrates why Grandfather Bunyip is unlikely ever to be offered a post in the Gillard cabinet. Slurred speech and all (it is getting better every day), he remains far too smart to meet that lot’s standards. Mind you, so his little dog, whose only talent is licking its bottom and stealing the cat's dinner
Once again, many thanks for readers’ prayers and expressions of concern. There is quite a bit of rehab and speech therapy to come, but the Grey Eminence is very definitely on the road back.
