(tt) It's not prawns or stubbies or flags or zinc cream. It's spending two hours (couldn't hack the filth any longer) trying to clear out the hideous detritus of the back outhouse. Years of termites, plant roots and crumbing plaster have taken their toll. But a dry concrete shell is almist visible.
A few more hours and my neighbour, John and I should have it ready to become whatever the residents envisage.
A hot bath and I am a new man!!!
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