My father […] was soon as unambiguously Australian as any other member of the rough Rugby pushes that in the years before the Great War made up the mixed and liverly world of South Brisbane.

There is a plastic molly-guard covering the escalator's shutdown button to prevent little kids from pushing it and stopping the escalator.

The food, presented with a dated menu, was remarkably unspare — a flavorsome light potage, choux-rouge braises, fresh saucisson and jambon fume, pommes natures, Poire Belle-Helene […]

The errands before he could start the project included getting material at the store and getting the tools he had lent his neighbors.