CHINESE WHISPERS
It was lunchtime on Tuesday and along the mauve carpeted corridor of Santana Court Nursing Home, which stretched to the western end of town, the residents moved at varying paces towards the dining room.
The neatly-spaced paintings they shuffled past were all dedicated to dear departed residents. Each meticulously cleaned and disinfected picture hung mutely on the hallway wall and supposedly related the character of the deceased. Hence, in the tiny farming community of Golden Hills, there was a predominance of country landscapes for the men, while framed pastel flowers were the flavour for the ladies.
In the communal dining room, which opened at the end of the corridor, a scattering of pink Laminex tables, each neatly arranged with four grey chairs and a vase of silk flo
