Perentie Kungka and Aṉangu Jazz: Ninuku now
I’m waylaid on my way home by Angela, who needs two tyres inflated, I’d say repaired, and Jennifer F—‘Forbesy’—who needs to get to Coober Pedy to fetch her car. I can’t help Angela, she needs a compressor, but suggest she asks Gordon at the garage to fill them. ‘Got to get the car to the garage first’. True that. I decide that Forbesy has worked so hard lately that booking a couple of buses and motels for her and Sandy won’t kill me. Cars are gold out here and the more people who have them, the better. Come and see me tomorrow in the office, Jennifer, palya?
