Chapter Eleven

Eventually, the ambulance arrived and whisked Len away to the hospital

A year is a long time when you're a kid, but as you get older it passes quickly. We were back in the district monitoring some neighbouring farms, once all our lines were out I decided to pay Lou a visit.

He wasn’t home.

Next port of call was Bob’s.

He was.

After a handshake, brew, and biscuits, we had dealt with the formalities and I turned the conversation to Lou and Len.

“Went up to Lou’s place and no one was home, how are they getting on?”

“Ah, now, you’ll enjoy this.”

I did, and this is what happened.

Lou turned up at the farm for the evening milking and found his brother lying under the milk vat. It was a shock for both of them, they hadn’t been near each other in years.

“I can’t get up Lou.”

“Oh.”

“Could you get me some help?”

“I’ll use me phone.”

“Thanks.”

Lou dialled 111; he told the operator it was a medical emergency.

“What type of medical emergency?”

“Not sure, I’ll ask me brother.”

“They want to know what’s wrong with you Len.”

“I can’t get up.”

“He can’t get up.”

“Is he still conscious?”

“Off course he is, ”I just spoke to him, didn’t I!”

“I don’t think the operator is very bright Len, should I get another one?”

“Might be an idea.”

Lou hung up and dialled 111 again.

Eventually, the ambulance arrived and whisked Len away to the hospital. Lou went with him just in case.

It proved to be a mild stroke; Len was out of the hospital after a week or so. Lou thought it would be a good idea for Len to stay at his place until he recovered.

Len thought it would be a good idea too.

A couple of the locals milked the cows and fed out while Len recuperated.

By the time Len came right, they had decided it was time to sell the farm. The neighbour paid a tidy sum for it. Rather than go through the hassle of buying separate houses and dividing the money, they bought a nice place in town together and put the rest of the money in a joint account.

I won’t name the town for obvious reasons, and of course, their names are not really Lou and Len.

But if you're ever in a small rural New Zealand town, and see two old codgers wandering down the street with big smiles on their dials, that’s probably them.

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  • Shane Freemantle 10/03/2018 2:15am (16 months ago)

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    Another awesome tale, captivating just like Crumpys used to be ;)

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