At first glance, it seemed fine but when looked at closely, things began to crawl.
For weeks, Harry's ears had been throbbing. But Iris hadn't known. All Iris knew was hollow pain. Until the day he came running up to her.
'Shearers are different,' Roy announced as fact. 'They start work at seven thirty in the mornin' and have a half hour smoko mornin' and afternoon, an hour for lunch then knock off at five thirty, on the bell. The Boss o'the Board rings the bloody bell to start their day then rings the bell to stop it. They only do eight bloody hours work a day! They get it bloody easy I tell ya!' Roy spoke emphatically. 'And ya know the bloody awful thing?'
