I was replacing the front window of Nancy's parents' house. She was not there. I heard a loud scream from her mother MARIA. She was trying to drag her husband out from where he had collapsed in between a large couch and lounge chair. His head was in awkward position and he was making terrible noises. I asked Maria to ring for an ambulance while I stayed with her husband. The nearest phone box was located around the corner of the next street. We were both in shock. I drove a ute at that time. Together we managed to drag him into my car and we drove madly to St Vincent's hospital. We did not realize that he had swallowed his tongue. On our arrival he was pronounced dead and still to this day I blame myself.
I was one of eight trainees when I took on a three year High Voltage Electrical Operator Traineeship with the State Electricity Commission of Victoria in 1973. I was nineteen. Our first year was spent in full time study at the commission's dedicated school in Richmond. The second year entailed on the job experience and some night classes at Collingwood Technical College. Third year was much the same. Nancy and I married in the second year of my training. I recorded the date 6 April 1974. Our starting wage was $34 per week which then jumped substantially when we qualified. Penalty rates added even more to my salary. Nancy and I rented a flat for two years then purchased our home in Clifton Hill in 1976. The SEC work was hazardous and it involved working with high voltages. I started training in the Transmission section in a number of control rooms in Melbourne and regional Victoria. We worked a rotating three shift basis. I was also renovating our home near the Merry Creek at the end of Roseneath Street Clifton Hill. We invested in two other properties in Nth Melbourne on vendor terms with my brother and sister. One was in Melrose Street and the other Lothian Street. What would they be worth today?
During this time I considered one of the trainees named TERRY to be my closest friend. We were allocated to Newport Power Station in our final year. Newport 'A' was antiquated and generated power at 1.1KV 25 Hz for Melbourne's early tram system. It felt like being inside a Frankenstein movie set with all the old switchgear. Newport "B" and "C" were only slightly newer and they were fired using briquettes which were railed in from Yallourn Briquette Works in the Latrobe Valley. There was no escaping asbestos. It was used throughout the entire plant. There was a period when Melbourne outgrew its power generation capabilities. The State's coal fired plants were aging along with their work force. The Operators In Charge (OIC'S) often came up through the ranks of the Navy and Shipping Companies because they ran boilers and generators. Our group of eight High Voltage Electrical Operators were the first young trainees in many years. Our attitude to life in the 1970's differed greatly from our aging peers.
I admired Terry greatly. He and his brother MARK were very talented water-skiers. Terry was also an accomplished snow skier and we sometimes headed of on short ski trips after our night shifts ended. Our rosters gave us four and a half days off before we needed to return on afternoon shifts. Terry and his brother had another passion which was hang gliding. It was a new sport and in its early days there were many accidents and fatalities. Terry invited me along with him on one gliding trip to Phillip Island. We set up the kite on a long but gentle slope. There was no wind and all we could do was run and jump occasionally to get airborne. We decided we would take the kite along with us on a ski trip to Mt Buller. On our arrival we were met by security at the top car park. They wouldn't allow us onto the slopes with the kite. Terry was most annoyed and so we left the mountain and headed for a popular hang gliding site known as "The Paps" which is in the vicinity of Boonie Doone on Lake Eildon. There I was to do the most stupid thing that I have ever done. As I recall it the launch site was 800 feet. You step off the sheer cliff face over the top of fully grown gum tree. There were three other kites preparing to jump. A conversation started between us and the other parties who were from Geelong Grammar. They were arguing with Terry and I that hang gliders needed to be trained and licensed. Well that was like showing a red rag to a bull. Terry asked me if I wanted to have a go at the jump. I accepted the challenge without a second thought. In my defense I will say that once again there was no wind. Since it was my first proper jump Terry explained that if I heard the breeze whistle through the kite support wires I was falling too fast and I should push the kite frame away from me. If I then felt my guts drop like in an elevator then I should pull the frame towards me. Pushing the frame to the left or right would direct my glide. The first step was a doozie. I kept saying DON'T PANIC! over and over. Terry later explained that I was flying up and down like a roller coaster. I flew along a valley away from the cliff and after a while I began to relax and breathe again. I looked down and realized that there were sheep below me. They looked like ants. As I reached the end of the slope below I turned to the left and aimed for a roadway in the distance. My landing was not at all pretty but more importantly I had not damaged the kite. I unbuckled myself I turned around to see where I had flown from. I cannot explain the feeling of elation I felt having survived. The other kites had taken off after me and the first one was performing a 360 degree maneuver intending to land near me. He only made 300 degrees and flew directly into a very large and dead gum tree hitting it mid way to the top. This occurred right in front of me no more than fifty meters away. I am one hundred per cent certain that my recollection are correct except for one detail. The injured flyer had collapsed all the branches below him on his fall and his kite was completely destroyed. He was badly hurt and in lots of pain but we managed to load him into my ute which had a mattress and bedding in the back. However if that is correct I can't explain how Terry and I managed to transport the very large tube shape of the glider as I didn't have a rear carry bar installed on my ute. It is possible that we travelled up in both our cars. After the accident it took us a few hours to get the injured pilot to the hospital in Eildon. I often think back on that event and wonder why I with no experience made it down safely while the other experienced glider did not.
When Nancy and I bought our family home in Clifton Hill its location seemed idyllic. It was close to the city, amidst open spaces and we only had one neighbor. It was almost too good to believe. We did not do our homework and we only had ourselves to blame. It soon it became apparent that we'd bought in a very noisy location. It was difficult to sleep during the day and at weekends. Large trucks delivered earth fill endlessly to the nearby reclaimed tip site east of Field Street in between Roseneath and Ramsden Streets. Numerous trucks entered the sites along the pot holed Field Street on our east boundary throughout the week and gangs of mini bikes used the area on weekends. We were situated on the border of the Yarra Bend Park and it was too vast for the police to control the riders. We lived at 195 Roseneath St. There was a paddock over the road to our south where the council kept their working Clydesdale horses. The horses were a bonus attraction that led to our purchasing our home in that location. The Merry creek footbridge lay close by and it led to the picturesque Dights Falls on the Yarra river. However, Council developed the horse paddock into the Yarra Recycling Centre soon after we arrived. Work also commenced on the original Eastern freeway located a little further south but within view and hearing shot of our home. To our west there were only two neighbors and to the east a vacant block of land and then the Yarra Bend Park. To our north lay an entire city block of vacant land which was previously an Electrical Substation. Beyond that land there was a reclaimed tip site being prepared as sports ovals. Within the substation area there were numerous concrete pads and footings for transformers, pylons and various structures associated with power distribution. The SEC sent in the demolition equipment and removed the obstructions over some months. The massive rockbreakers were particularly deafening. SGB Scaffolding then leased the entire area and even more trucks started entered the yard to load up scaffolding pipes. The noise was relentless.
By February 1978 it became necessary for me to move from Transmission Department to Metropolitan Electricity Supply Region in an effort to improve my sleep patterns and reduce the regular night work. This involved routine daily work and hour emergency work. I was able to complete the renovations on both our family home and the Melrose Street house during this time. In hindsight I can see that our married life would have been adversely affected by the situation we were living in and the amount of my work.
Before we married Nancy was employed by the Commonwealth and she worked in the city at the building known as the Green Latrine. Our daughter Leah Ebony was born in May 1978. After her birth Nancy did not return to her Government job but instead changed jobs and worked for Ron Barassi in his furniture store in Melbounre city. We furnished much of our home with his items. One day I returned home unexpectedly and found Nancy had been unfaithful with her previous boss. Lea was 6 months old. Our second daughter Sarah Mary was born in July 1979. It took some time to establish that both my children were illegitimate. It came as a major shock to me and it has affected my life ever since. I have not recovered. One day not long after the event and while at work, I found myself in the wrong substation and about to earth a live cable. A mistake like that could have cost my life or that of someone else.
I re-evaluated my life and left my career with the SEC in September 1979. In my letter of resignation I blamed my work mates for my leaving. I was trained to consider safe work practices as having the highest priority at all times. In reality there were some contradicting practices not least Sunday Choir practice. That entailed sending a radio call to meet at a particular substation to partake in a few ales. I took part in it but felt most uneasy as I was not a drinker. That reason was only partly true and perhaps it was my embarrassment about admitting to Nancy's affair that prevented me from dealing with work in another way. In any event my letter would come back to bite me years later during my second marriage.
I moved to Anglesea and joined my friend DAVID in converting his Bedford bus into a mobile home. We both started our traineeships together however he had left before me. I returned to Clifton Hill regularly in an effort to resolve my relationship with Nancy. Eventually I gave up because a reason for her actions was never forthcoming. I also recall that one day a local real-estate agent arrived at our home. He told us that the SEC wanted to compulsorily acquired our home. According to him the SEC wanted to re-establish their neighboring land as a sub-station. A 66KV underground cable would run from Brunswick Terminal Station to Richmond Terminal Station through Yarra Bend Park. The station was never built and the area was developed into a major unit development some years later. I was suffering a great deal at the time and so I left matters up to Nancy with the understanding that we split the sale price equally and she would keep everything else. I was hoping she would move in with the childrens' father ANDREW. He was married with children of his own. Later on I heard that their relationship had not worked out.
My time travelling with David was short-lived and I headed off to Europe in February 1979 with my mother and sister. It was at this time that I received the blood test results for Nancy's first born. Mum stayed with her family in northern Italy while Vicki and I travelled around Europe on a Europe-rail pass. It was the done thing in those days. While in Europe I also explored the possibility of purchasing a brand new bus chassis on which to build a mobile home in Europe. That idea turned out to be fraught with danger and I did not proceed.
Exactly one year later I headed of to the ski areas of the USA with Terry. We covered most areas in California Colorado and Utah over two months. Needless to say that we had a great time. Their mountains are generally higher than our ones and this causes the snow to be much better in quality. Added to that was the larger scale of the resorts which made for an all round better experience. The Americans we met made us feel most welcome. Terry and I remained friends until the 1990's when I moved to away to Rye and we lost contact. I will elaborate on my relationship with Terry and his written account about me later in my story. MODEM here
On my return from America I worked for my brother. He had a large plumbing contract for the Yallourn TAFE. After that I bought my own bus at Moe and converted it into a mobile home. I was living at my mother's home at that time and in a relationship with ANNIE. I recall that it took 6 months to complete the conversion at my brother's house. Annie and I headed off to work our way around Australia but she returned home shortly after broken hearted. I feel she persevered with my dream hoping that it would be short lived and then we would settle down.
Having made a promise to myself that I would not stop anywhere for more than a year on my travels I spent my first year in the Echuca Caravan Park. It bordered the Murray river. There I met some great people while working on the brand new paddleboat PS Emmylou. I lived next door to the future Captain of the Emmylou. His name was ALAN and he had moved from South Australia to take up his captaincy. He parked his caravan opposite my bus. For the first six months we were both occupied with Emmylou's final construction and commissioning. She was designed with a sleek hull and steam driven. Emmylou was built downstream at BARHAM in HUME COLVILLE'S engineering works. She had only recently arrived from there missing her paddle wheels and coach house. I stayed on as decky and all round helper to see how the business performed. The Murray and Riverboats got into my blood. At one stage Alan and I talked about buying the old car ferry which was becoming a problem for the Echuca Wharf. We considered using it to de-snag parts of the river or converting it to a large houseboat. It was planked construction over steel ribs and it was poorly caulked. It needed constant attention to stop it sinking. The powers that be at the Echuca Port Authority would not part with it. They believed it would be vital for the imminent upgrade of the rail bridge between the interstate bridge Echuca and Moama. Alan and I must have been serious about these ideas because we drove to Morgan and convinced the South Australian Authorities to put one of their disused steel ferries out to tender. I was truly heartbroken when another party outbid us. Alan and I teamed up with two local girls Michelle and Annette. Alan and Michelle married while ANNETTE and I set off in the Bus only to go our separate ways from the next river town, Barham. We have recently re-connected again via Facebook. We have recalled our time together fondly. She reminded me that we were together longer than I had thought and she was correct because we had spent some time in the snow areas of Victoria and also time out bush in the Koondrook State Forrest. I had forgotten that Nancy had also previously visited me in Echuca. Annette remembered the occasion. Nancy brought the children with her and wanted me to take her back. At that time however I was living with Annette. My family were also visiting at that time and they were most upset. After all, they had also lost two family members. It was awkward.
I met Nancy one more time when Leah and Sarah became teenagers. I received a letter from their mother's solicitors. Nancy wanted to take them oversees and they needed passports. It seems I was named as their father on both their birth certificates. Knowing that I wasn't their father I could not sign their permission to leave the country. I was summoned to the Family Court of Australia and I explained the situation. To my knowledge Andrew did not appear and the judge was left to sort out the matter. Strangely enough I also appeared that day in the same court on another matter related to my second marriage which I have not mentioned at this stage of writing. I don't think I dreamt it but I remember the court counter staff having a bit of a chuckle about my attending to matters relating to two ex-wives a decade apart on the same day in their court. I never saw Nancy or the children again and I had moved on bearing no animosity.
It was in the early 1990's that I was back living at mum's home. My second marriage had failed and I was wanting to understand the reason. I did a lot of soul searching. I visited Frankie and Nick who were friends of Nancy and I. They are pictured here in a photo taken by myself. After I left Nancy they would have supported her during Sarah's birth and perhaps later on as well. They told me that Nancy had told them that our marriage had failed because "I was too Italian". Go figure. I wish Nancy had have said it to me years before.
Moving back in time now and I found myself living alone in the Barham Caravan Park working locally behind the bar at Barham Golf club. I was having a great time. There I met Karen. It was not long before we married at Murrabit. She was 10 years younger than me and fresh out of Girton College a girls boarding school in Bendigo. She was gorgeous and strong-willed having survived a major cancer at age fifteen. The cancer had left her with massive scars to her leg. It did not slow her down at all. She was the older sister followed by Lisa and then Donna. All three sisters boarded at Girton away from their family farm at Murrabit. TEN years had passed since my previous disastrous marriage. Perhaps I was affected by Nancy more than I realized. Karen and I married in February 1984.
We then moved the bus to Nth Melbourne so that I could renovate my sisters home in Nth Melbourne. We rented a vacant block of land beside the house parked our bus there. Karen had her heart set on being a fashion model. She worked for BRIAN who was my sister's husband. He owned a photographic studio in Collingwood. My sister had recently married him and bought the dilapidated house. We had long delays in obtaining a building permit and so I concentrated on renovating our Lothian Street house which I jointly owned with my siblings. Living in the bus in inner Melbourne was not a happy time for Karen and she sometimes escaped back to the farm. With little choice I persevered and completed the renovations. Karen fell pregnant during our time in Melbourne. I was distracted from house renovations for a time. Terry had returned from USA and he approached me with a plan to design and build a snow making fan machine which operated by using liquid nitrogen to form ice nucleates. It was an interesting project and it actually worked but it led nowhere. Finally, we sold our investment properties and cut our financial ties with my siblings. Flush with money and with a newborn on the way, we considered buying a lovely house on the riverbank at Deniliquin. We were parked in the bus at her parents farm at Murrabit when Ben was born in July 1985. I had casual work at the poker machine club in Barham. Karen's' mother VALERIE was a charge nurse at the hospital in Kerang. She was also a Uniting Church elder. I altered the bus to accommodate our newborn. Karen had a difficult birth. One day she and her mum had words over raising Ben in the bus. We left the farm abruptly and moved the bus back to Koondrook. There we camped behind my good friend MICHAEL'S property. We had earlier worked together on the Emmylou and he had moved his family back to Koondrook and started making Baltic pine and redgum furniture. We were parked adjacent the river at the rear of his property in Tower Street. Ever since leaving the Emmylou I had dreamt of building a boat of some kind. I thought the Emmylou was a the most beautiful paddle steamer on the river however she needed too many payed staff to serve to few paying passengers. I gave a lot of thought towards a barge type vessel, long and narrow. I made numerous sketches and they culminated in something smaller but similar to the river cruisers which today ply the waterways of Europe.
Barham was the birthplace of the Emmylou. She drew a great deal of interest during her construction at HUME Coleville's Engineering. Emmy was a brand new side wheeler and driven by steam. She was designed with a modern sleek steel hull but with the appearance of being an original paddle steamer. She was 100 feet long and weighed 100 tons. Emmylou provided a great deal of employment to the locals. Many would say that Hume was quite eccentric. I think that if it were not for his nature the Emmylou may never have been built. I would have loved to see her construction from the very beginning. There came a time when she was nearing completion apart from her paddlewheels and coach house. Anthony and the team launched her with just enough time to make it under the lift span of the bridge. The river was on the rise. They bolted a large outboard motor onto the rudder and sailed her up river, through Torrumbarry lock and tied up at the Moama Caravan Park. Some time later she was taken a short distance away to her landing jetty situated behind Anthony's block of land.
There were a only a few houseboats in Barham. A new one was being built by another good friend of mine named JOHN in Hume's yard. This one was a stern wheeler and it had many innovations. John was a very clever and practical bloke. He was a timber cutter from Mildura. Not long after Karen and I arrived in Barham John launched his houseboat. We travelled downstream with him and delivered the boat from Barham to Mildura. It was a most memorable journey with Marty, his wife and Ben our newborn. I recall it took us eight days of daylight travel and used a total of 22 gallons of diesel. Amazing. Right along the river there were many more boats.
We assumed these boats had moorings but in actual fact there is/was no standardized rules which govern these vessels. It seems obvious that moorings work on the principle of who you know or lay low, don't ask and don't upset anyone. Karen and I learned were yet to learn that lesson the hard way.
There were two houseboats visible upstream from the river bridge between BARHAM and KOONDROOK and another one downstream. The first upstream houseboat belonged to MERVIN. He was the Police Sergeant who had recently retired from the Koondrook station. He moored his boat on the Victorian riverbank close to the bridge. He could easily walk across and buy his food necessities. The area had a gentle slope down to the river. It was handy for Merv but it had the disadvantage of turning to mud whenever the river level dropped. Swinglers pub was located on the first street corner over the bridge and it was very handy for him. The other upstream houseboat was named SHADY LADY. She was a hire houseboat. I learned much later that the MSB were meant to encourage these money making ventures according to its charter. Most times Shady tied up to a strongly built timber structure which supported a large diameter cast iron pipe which dipped into the river. It was located just upstream of the bridge on the NSW side of the river. That was the town water intake and it served the needs of the residents of BARHAM. Patrons of the Shady lady parked their cars close by on the large grassed area that lay between the river and the town's School of Arts hall. There were no objections to the practice from the locals. Perhaps this was because the owners were prominent members of the community. KECK later became President of the Barham Progress Association. Shady's owners KECK and MEMBREY had high hopes for her however she was not profitable. They sold the boat and it left the area in mid 1988 destined for Lake Eildon where she was built. This photo from that time shows Shady resting up on the riverbank. Vessels often passed through BARHAM along the river. When the river was high they required the center span of bridge to be lifted. Those vessels usually tied up on the NSW riverbank near Shady. From there it was a short stroll to the shops, pub and poker machine club.
Karen wrote to the Kerang Shire to obtain a mooring.
Barham had three motels in 1987. One was located opposite the club and another lay at the bridge crossing. These were modern whereas the third motel was older and it was located along the main traffic route through town. Our research showed there was an enormous demand for more tourist accommodation.
Given all the excuses put forward by government agencies about the rules for living aboard our planned houseboat and the sewerage situation on the river and the demand for beds we saw an even greater opportunity to use our capital. Hence was born the concept of BOTEL. It was a plan for a chain of modular floating motel/boats connected to our original floating house/service/shop. We could provide six pumpout stations along the river. We realized that the three motel owners would object to our not being ratable and so we offered to fund and operate the local pumpout station in lieu of rates.
Attitudes soon changed when the agencies saw the potential of the project. We went public with the idea and the local Barham Bridge newspaper published an article on their front page on 22 August 1986 headed PROPOSED "BOTEL". We approached the local Progress Association and they wrote to us supporting our idea. They wrote
23 September 1986 see Morrisson
8 October, 1986
We were most obliging in moving our project away from the rear of the hall as asked of us. As previously explained that was where the Shady Lady tied up and she was partly owned by a prominent member of the association. The newspaper also published the associations support and position on the botel. Karen and I were most happy to move the project along the river and closer to the pokie club. That new location can be viewed on this interactive map. It suited our project perfectly. It was adjacent the only other shallow bank in the vicinity. This meant that the botel could move in and out from the river bank with a gangplank arrangement. The area was badly neglected. It was overgrown with willows which were environmentally considered as weeds. The area lay on the river side of the town levee bank and that exposed it to regular flooding.
29 October 1986
He also wrote to Maritime on our behalf.
Bureaucratic red tape and high level corruption destroyed the venture over the next four years and both Karen and I suffered greatly. We moved away to Kerang and took on a dilapidated home under a Government "Sweat equity" Scheme. I was given an opportunity for a new career under another Government scheme known as Computer Industry Training Programming. It involved studying in Melbourne for 3 months and returning home on weekends. I found my self way out of my range when I attempted to learn.
PART 3 - FAMILY LAW
One day I returned home to a locked house with Karen and Ben missing. She had abandoned our marriage. To this day I believe her parents' long time solicitor had been in her ear! In quick succession, Swan Hill Magistrates Court made contradictory custody orders against me and reserved child access to my estranged wife. Child support demanded $3000. Coincidently, Maritime officials had also been in telephone contact with Karen. The vessels were subject to proceedings in the NSW Land and Environment Court and also property proceedings in the Family Court. Child Access and Child Support proceedings continued for another bitter four years until the death of Karen at age 30. It was 1995 and Ben was nine. I did not know that Karen's cancer had re emerged.
Her parents sought custody of Ben maintaining their charade that it was I who left the family. Ben's early schooling suffered greatly as a result of our court proceedings. Ben came to live with me in my mothers home. Vicki lived next door with her daughter Rhiana who was 3 years older than Ben. Our mother was frail and I became the carer of both Nonna and Ben until her passing in 1997. Ben was due to start Secondary School and we moved to RYE where I bought a run down house. He attended ROSEBUD Secondary School but struggled to keep up. I had started a Diploma course in Building Design and Drafting at Preston TAFE but had only completed enough of the part time studies to achieve Certificate level.
I think Ben enjoyed living on the Peninsula far too much to concentrate on school. I bought a run down house in RYE I have never stopped altering. Ben quickly made new friends and he keeps in touch with some to this day. At first Ben slept in the second bedroom upstairs next to mine. That soon proved to be too close to dads room and so we that started the first house alteration. It seemed the first home owner ran a mechanic workshop from downstairs where he built a a car pit. It was dark, dank and poorly constructed. I thought it would be very useful for the future of father and son car projects. That was never to be and it is now filled in.
BITS TO SLOT IN
Australian Travel Exemption attempts.
I am 67 years old and I retired from work in March 2020 following my rehabilitation from open heart surgery. I have received the Age Pension from that time onwards. By the time I received the OK to travel from my cardiologist the world locked down to deal with the Covid pandemic. As a result I could not reach my sailboat which I had purchase with another person.
I was granted an exemption to leave Australia for more than 3 months (TEP0122321) however I could not enter the Phillipines at that time and so I did not leave Australia.
About July 2021 I again applied to leave (TER145760) to accompany my friend Captain Gary Wright to South Africa. He is 68+ yo. His application to leave Australia was approved and he left. However, I did not receive an outcome and my submission was closed. It was not a great disappointment because it seemed there was a contact in the Phillipines who could arrange an alternate way for me to enter the country. While waiting for instructions I received a strange call from a very friendly caller via Whatsapp. I did not make the connection and I ended the conversation. I realised some time later that an assumed marriage would have been necessary for me to reach my vessel. This was a condition I was not prepared to take given my previous marital history. An alternate method then presented itself. This entailed applying for a SPECIAL RESIDENT RETIREMENT VISA. This required an ammount of money to be deposited in a recognised Philippine bank and some fees which were not insubstantial. I was prepared to complete the application and provided a good deal of documents. I was so close to success when it became evident that I would need to have been present in the country to lodge the application. Another dead end.
Recently, I applied once again to leave Australia for more than 3 months on 8/10/21 TER0554041 and have been rejected.
Please see attached.
1,2 Two letters from Capt. G Wright SV TASMAN II requesting my help to repair and sail his vessel out of South Africa.
3. Statutory Declaration 8/10/21requesting travel exemption for more than 3 months which remains a valid reason to leave Australia.
4. Screen shot of TEP0122321 outcome.
Please approve my application.
The result of my second Application for Travel Exemption came back on the following day and resulted in NOT EXEMPT.
Together with the news that my son would loose his job because he refused the JAB led to a little anxiety in me. I jumped on my bike and tried to blow off some steam. However on my ride home I began to feel some chest pain on my ride up Dundas St. It did not pass as usual and I considered calling an ambulance. I had brought forward my next scheduled appointment with my cardiologist in expectations of leaving Australia to meet up with Gary on Tasman II who awaits me in South Africa. Rather than call the ambulance I made an appointment to see the next available doctor on Tuesday at my local clinic. While waiting for him the girl at the clinic noticed me rubbing my chest and she asked if I was feeling unwell. She called the doctor who brought me into the nurse station where I was given an ECG. It showed some arythmia and an ambulance took me to Peninsula hospital. My cardiologist wanted to do an angiogram on the following day because my heart rate dropped to 37 bpm while I slept. I had taken my usual heart medication on that morning and it included an anticoagulant. This precluded the angiogram for fear of bleeding out. I was given an anti anti coagulant to enable the procedure to take place within the prescribed time of 40 hours. The nurse who administered it was shocked at the cost of the medication this being $5000. A pathology nurse did a PCR test for Covid on Wednesday evening to confirm that I was virus free. That would have allowed me to enter the operating theatre however the result did arrive back in time. I was discharged on Thursday evening having fasted all day since breakfast. Another plan for the angiogram was set in place for the following week. I attended the cardiologist rooms in Frankston on Monday to have a 24 hr holter monitor fitted to my chest. I returned on the following day to have it removed and then drove for a Covid PCR test in Mornington. Lyn drove me to Peninsula hospital again on Thursday to be admitted for the procedure. I entered as per written instructions and completed the admission paperwork however it was soon realized that the most recent Covid test results had not arrived.