A while back, a man came in to work looking for an aged care place for his wife. As we walked, he told me that he had married her, his first marriage, aged 70.
To say I was gobsmacked is an understatement. Orry had stayed single and looked after his mother, finally marrying as an old man.
Orry knocks on the office door quite frequently and he's a lovely bloke but a bit high maintenance (as I write I realise he's probably quite anxious) so when he came to the desk yesterday and said he needed to see me, I wondered what he wanted this time.
"Carly, love, I brought tomatoes for everyone last week but you weren't here so I brought you some today, from the garden. Put them in the fridge if you can, love"
I think I can live with the questions :)
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