This is by any standards an unusual story.
The writer has lifted the blanket on an area of human survival not contemplated by most people until it strikes them personally.
It is not a sin to grow old. The alternative is pretty final. At the age of seventy-seven Michael Davis managed to become part of a horrific accident.
A combination of circumstances that resulted in a major fire, leaving him with thirty-seven percent third degree burns on his body and a journey through troubled waters to final rehabilitation and the writing of this book.
The writer has elected to treat these experiences with compassion and above all humour. After all, what is life all about if one can’t have a good laugh about it?
The reader will encounter in the pages of this modest journal many instances which first will make you chuckle and then, perhaps, think again.
Who is really sane and who is potty? Michael Davis poses the question and it is up to the reader to decide.
By the way, there are over sixty establishments on Sydney’s Northern Beaches managing care for the elderly. Do you, or will you, have someone you care about amongst them?
