At times , reminders of your mortality come in a torrent . Recently , the Grim Reaper seemed everywhere , like Chicken Man . And this old blogger , on new medication , has been reminiscing about cobbers who have fallen off their perch in the media and elsewhere .
My wife, who regularly checks death notices in Australia and New Zealand,only the other day asked me to guess who had died , causing me to twitch and ponder . A number of people came to mind , but not the one she revealed - a friendly Adelaide antique dealer . From him we once bought a small , unusual table , with four turned legs, an eagle's claw clutching a glass ball at the foot of each. While dismantling it to move up north , out fell part of a 1920s English newspaper which had been used as wadding inside a claw . In the Semaphore shop at the time was an attractive, large French dresser , just too big to lug about should one move .
