I'm ba-ack!

Did you miss me?

I didn't think so. Well the big move is complete and I've been working my arse off. For somebody who's supposed to be a foreman of a cotton property I seem to be spending quite some time building cattle yards. Dawn to dusk, flat out like a $2.00 whore at a truck drivers' convention.

Sorry about that, I had an attack of the ockers. So anyway, I've been working really hard, I've set myself on fire (sort of) with the welder a few times, I've got burns all over the joint from welding and grinding and I'm loving it. The people here work you 'til you drop, but they work even harder.

Went to the local pub last night with the bloke they put on to look after the feedlot. Haven't been to that pub since the eighties and it hasn't changed a bit. Which is A Good Thing. One thing that is becoming increasingly hard to find in the cities of Australia is a decent pub. I don't like pubs that try to be nightclubs, or have delusions of grandeur when it comes to being fashionable. As a matter of fact, I don't like anything to do with fashions or trends. I don't understand how people can get caught up in it. I do like pubs that only want to be pubs - a place to go and relax, have a few (domestic) beers and swap lies with a few people. In the bush, as well as most medium sized towns, the pub has retained its traditional role, which is just one of the many reasons why I live the way that I do.

So anyway, the local pub is A) convenient (only twenty k's away and the town is too small for a copper, B) old - at a guess I'd say 100 years old, but mostly C) friendly, as has been everybody I've met in the last week.

In the morning I'm going to go and have a session in the feedlot, so that I can operate it in an emergency. Should be interesting, I've never done much stockwork.

Brief, disjointed and barely coherent - I'm beginning to blog the same way that I have sex.