And the appraiser said he couldn't come up with comparables, because there hadn't been any sales nearby in several months.

The male part of the upper class are […] a parcel of poor, shaking, nervous paillards.

It was a comical performance.

Auntie Marg was down from Magnet and me and Lee played cricket out the back with the littlies to get some air and keep them busy. Now and then a batter would really get onto one and the ball'd go out through the doublegee paddock towards the train tracks and someone'd have to go tippy-toeing through all that shit to get it.