Magoo is phoned at home by his regular clinic for an annual checkup. I take this opportunity to write Dr.Quack my concerns about his dementia and driving,
as Magoo has hands truly disabled by arthritis and he cannot change the car's automatic gearstick with his left hand, but reaches across himself with his right hand to do it, while roaring along Eastlink at 102 kph. Very scary for passenger.
I get the letter to the receptionist before Magoo sees the quack.
On the day, I am waiting outside, on a seat, eating a coffee scroll, when the quack appears before me, outside, in the street. Amazing.
Anyhow, he puts me in my place, and insists that if Magoo's driving was a problem then Dr.Quack himself would have been notified by VicRoads.
Going home I ask 88-y-o Magoo if he has had a VicRoads test.
No, never been tested since I got my licence in 1946.
"What about that Bayswater place you went to?"
"oh that was 5 years ago when my hands were alright and I applied to go in the Formula One Grand Prix Celebrity Race."
Now dear Reader, some of the above must be fiction, but I assure you
I get the letter to the receptionist before Magoo sees the quack.
On the day, I am waiting outside, on a seat, eating a coffee scroll, when the quack appears before me, outside, in the street. Amazing.
Anyhow, he puts me in my place, and insists that if Magoo's driving was a problem then Dr.Quack himself would have been notified by VicRoads.
Going home I ask 88-y-o Magoo if he has had a VicRoads test.
No, never been tested since I got my licence in 1946.
"What about that Bayswater place you went to?"
"oh that was 5 years ago when my hands were alright and I applied to go in the Formula One Grand Prix Celebrity Race."
Now dear Reader, some of the above must be fiction, but I assure you
it is not the statement you think is fiction.
Maybe the quack has dementia too.
What do I do now?
Maybe the quack has dementia too.
What do I do now?










