AS THE LITTLE FAMILY CAR headed home from Dubbo, two massive sneezes momentarily hindered its progress.
“Bugger,” said the Country Squire, “I hope I’m not getting a cold.”
The occupants of the car chose to look anywhere but at each other. When the silence was finally broken, it was The Chosen One who, for half a lifetime – and the better half, it must be said – had shared with the Squire what was known
