Well we are back home again , really nothing to say about the short trip except for the looking at the aboriginal paintings, there was nothing else to do, weather was hot even under a gum tree so no fishing at all.
Here's a yarn about another great friend and my chief mechanic to the end
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He was retired and in his early seventies when I met him, and as usual in the pub, where we became drinking mates, he was a mechanic at a small-goods firm the only job he had since leaving school, he had done his apprenticeship there and retired as chief mechanic.
At his home he had a large workshop with a pit and all the tools necessary for working on cars , this
was where he earnt his beer money and little luxuries to top up his pension, by charging less than a firm he was in great demand, he looked after my cars for years until he told me one day he just couldn’t do it any more, but if I actually done the repair he would sit and tell me how to.
That didn't last long first time he gave me the sack and took over when I was too slow . There are lots of things I remember about NOBBY , reckon I could write a book on those alone but getting back to the story , years had passed , I has moved to another area and had not seen him for quite awhile, when one day I was passing and called in to say hello.
Found him in bed, connected up to an oxygen bottle as his breathing had become difficult, he assured me except for that he was okay and he only used it occasionally along with his puffer which I knew he has used for years , we talked about things in general, who we had seen and not, what I had been up to etc, when the subject of an old friend who had just died came up, told me that he went to his funeral and it was a lodge one where members wore full regalia , just casually he joked, he'd attended so many there would be no one left to attend his and I replied there would be one mate of his ME for sure.
About a month later being in the area I called in to say hello and there was no one at home , his car wasn't in the workshop, so assumed he was still okay. As I then lived 40 miles away it was a fair while since I called again. his wife answered the door, when I asked for Nobby was told that he had died, I was really shocked she asked me in for a drink of tea where she told me of his passing.
Turned out that the day I called and no one was home, was the day his funeral so I never had the chance to say goodbye. Quite a few knew where I was living and not one of them let me know
Every time i think of NOBBY this saying will mean a lot we laughed about it for years hope it shows up if not have a look see i couln;t get the share button to work

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