The wife of an oyster-farmer friend of ours had a most unfortunate car accident: as she was pulling herself into the passenger seat of their four-wheel-drive car, the grab handle under the roof of the car broke off and she fell back onto the road, very badly breaking one of her arms.
"What has this to do with this classic line from Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?" I hear you ask. Well, she is the wife of an oyster farmer who's busiest time of the year is right now, and she needs an unbroken arm to sell his oysters. Who would be better qualified than Padma who doesn't like oysters and won't eat them before they get sold?
In fact, neither of us like oysters - I never even dared to eat one! - which means that the oyster farmer may also trust me with going to his oyster shed at Chinaman's Point on the Clyde River which I have been meaning to visit ever since we became friends with him and his wife all those years ago inside the pool of the Batemans Bay Aquatic Centre.
I'll have a good look around while Padma tests her patience learning how to sell oysters - one oysterman's dozen at a time! Meanwhile, you may want to think twice before grabbing that handle under your car roof!
