Oly, if you've heard of Pete's mail, the rivers are as dry as Yellowcake's wheat paddocks. Better hurry up anyway, coz I'm about to become homeless and unemployed upon sale. Be a fun personal warchest coming into October.
Allways reckoned we should have bought/timeshared the Batchelor pub. Then we would have heard some whispers.
Sorry if barking up the wrong tree.
