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may be. So there's the rub: Mr Koopman is sitting in
the tree and that's why the entire home is all of a doodah. Ah,
well; the situation is an unusual one. But from a qualified orderly
you may demand that she can keep control of uncommon situations, too.
    He takes a few steps forward so he can get a good view of Mr
Koopman sitting on his branch.
    Malevolently, he looks with his fierce, beady little eyes at the
doctor.
    However, the doctor is used to much in the field of care for the
elderly.
    In a friendly tone, and very calmly, especially, he says: Why
not come out of that tree, Mr Koopman. It's your birthday today,
after all, isn't itT (For the doctor knows all those little, everyday
things about the gentlemen.) 'I've got a packet of chewing tobacco
for you here.'
    Quite true, too. He takes out a packet of chewing tobacco from
his pocket which he holds up so Mr Koopman can take a good
look at it.
    Quite a festive little lure, really, for a gentleman who's addicted
to chewing tobacco.
    But Mr Koopman sticks his little head down, which looks
unusually small, and you would say that he was gathering saliva to
spit on to the pack.
    'Don't do that, Mr Koopman,' says the doctor. 'Don't do that.
This tobacco is far too precious for that.'
    And he stretches his arm out a little further still to bring the
packet somewhat closer to Mr Koopman's attention so the latter
can see that it really is good tobacco. Of the brand he likes to
chew so much. But Mr Koopman has returned to his previous
position. Quite at ease there among the leaves, and by the look of
things, not in friendly mood. 'Oh, do come down, Mr Koopman.
There's a lovely smell of coffee in the sunlounge. A man of your
age doesn't belong in a tree, surely. You ought to know better.'
    By and by, the doctor's voice has become a little more severe. One's approach towards the elderly is a delicate affair. It's of great
importance to find the right tone. This prevents sudden bouts of
aggression and the suffering that in turn is the consequence of
those bouts of aggression.

    Meanwhile, the orderly has appeared in the garden with an old
broom stick. Her tears have dried. Her face is now set hard with
angry decisiveness.
    Might as well go,' she says to the doctor and she tries to push
him in the direction of the sunlounge. 'I'll see to this. My patience
has run out. D'you hear, Dirk,' she shouts upwards. 'My patience
has run out. Finished!' Her anger seems to amuse Mr Koopman
highly. He dances up and down on his branch as if possessed, like
monkeys can do when they're having fun they would put into
words if only they were human beings.
    'You rotten, sodding little monkey. You're taking the mickey
out of me as well.' And she begins to poke about in the leaves of
the tree. But it doesn't touch Dirk. He only goes and sits one
branch higher up and his amusement becomes even more mobile.
    'Sodding monkey. Get out of that tree.'
    The doctor takes the stick away from her.
    'That's not the way, Mrs Wolf. Our gentlemen aren't monkeys.
Though they ought not to climb in trees, of course. But what
d'you expect? Mr Koopman just happens to be slightly senile. Less
usual behaviour is to be expected then. But 'slightly senile' doesn't
mean to say no longer human. So 'monkey' is quite uncalled for.
On the contrary, we must reinforce his still plentifully present
humanity yet further. We must bring that to the fore. This really
does not include calling him a monkey.'
    'Slightly senile,' sneers the good orderly. 'That bloke's as senile
as makes no difference. He lets his shit and piss run free like no
tomorrow. The biggest crapmonger in the house. Slightly senile.
No, that's a good one, that is. And then climb the tree too.
Because the ham is a little bit off. Sodding monkey.' All the
hullabaloo surrounding Dirk is now beginning to awaken the
interest of the other gentlemen as well. In the main, the elderly
don't live within the realm of every day.