A droving contractor, Bill Chambers, asked me to call around to his home to talk about a job.
As he told me to be early I arrived at around 5.00am. After knocking on the front door with no answer I walked down the side alley of his home.
I could see the kitchen window open and I could hear noises from within the house, so I called out, "Are ya' there Bill?"
With no reply, I called louder, "Are you there Bill...Are you up Mrs Chambers?" thinking that it was her making the noises.
As a young teenager I was rather embarrassed at the reply, "No, he ain't up Mrs Chambers, he's havin' a shower, I'll tell him you're 'ere".
Such is the unexpected life of a boy in the bush.
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