A little bit about the author. Well, I was born in a major rural city in central Victoria. We lived a dozen miles or more away from the town, where my mum was the Post Mistress of an old fashioned manual telephone exchange. Back in the day when the switchboard consisted of a bunch of plugs on weighted cords that would have to be placed in the hole of the number required, then the handle on the side of the exchange cranked just so many times to let the person being called know that they were wanted. A long time ago. Mum (Daisy) and dad (Harry, both deceased now) had emigrated to Australia in 1957 as 10 pound poms, on the trip were Mum, Dad, my elder brother, one of my elder sisters, another elder sisters stayed in England for some reason. I’ve never really found out why and as a result I’ve never met her (but that’s another story I suppose). Then there was me getting a free ride as a yet to be born Aussie, that mum was carting about. I was the first Aussie born member...
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BB the bull Just a little story about a bull we once had, his name was BB (Black Bull, Big Bull, Big B***, Black B*****), why the variety of expressive names containing expletives as well? Because he was one of the most terrifying bulls I’ve ever come across! BB was a Black Angus, he weighed in at just on 1000kg, that’s 1000 kilos of bone, muscle, and a real bad attitude. He was lucky he hadn’t wound up at the abattoir as hamburger mince. I often wonder if he really was as nasty as he made out though, but, I wasn’t really going to take any chances with the big sod. Never went into his paddock unless you were either in or on a vehicle or on a horse. I always kept a weather eye on him as to just where the big sod was and I always had my dogs with me. Funnily enough, now I think of it, I did have some issues with another beast called Lucky and no two ways about it, that beast really was nasty and believe it or not, that one was a steer called lucky, lucky I had...