Van all packed, and we're off on another adventure - barring a bad report from John Scarlett. Appointment with John was for 12 o'clock, and he was almost on time. No problems, so we continue as we were.
After we saw John we headed back to the Uniting Church as we were in time to attend the 1:00 funeral of Rick Lightowler - a Casualty Nurse who had cared for me on numerous visits to Casualty. Rick had apparently been suffering from secondary cancer from a melonoma for the past five years - but had been able to keep working until fairly recently. As my visits to Casualty have been non-existent for 18 months we weren't aware that he had been missing. It was a huge funeral. Our plan was to stay at the back of the church, and if the service appeared to be going on for too long we would slip out and be on our way. But best laid plans and all that ... Stephen Baggs saw us and immediately offered to find us a seat - he didn't want me collapsing! We tried to protest, but he wouldn't be swayed. Next thing we queue-jumped the line of people waiting to sign the condolences book and were escorted right up to the front of the church - we could almost have reached out and touched the coffin! And of course, gone was any chance of sneaking out before it was all over. It was a lovely service though. After the service the hearse was driven to the Bairnsdale Hospital so all the staff who couldn't make it to the funeral could pay their last respects.
We finally got away from Bairnsdale at about 2:30 and made our way to Bendigo. Pulled up outside Mark's, but didn't unhitch the van. Had tea with them, chatted for a while and then went to bed.
Our new inner-spring mattress was very comfortable. For some reason I had a pain in my left leg all night, and had to keep changing sides, but it was much better than the foam mattress.