Looks Like Rain

Jeff was busy unloading the Ute. He’d been to Coffs the previous day for supplies, but got called out on a job when he got home and decided it was too late to unload by the time he’d finished.

He was quite happy to store things in his garage for the time being, although if the business took off, he knew that he would have to get a small unit near the square rather than work from home.

He’d finished the work at the mill before Alistair returned from hospital. It was a much bigger job that he’d envisioned at the start, but all those old lead pipes definitely had to go. He was touched by the fact that so many people had contributed to the fund, and allowed the General to talk him into accepting payment for the materials from it.

Of course, he told Maximus that the cost was much less than it was in reality. He was determined to pay for at least part of it. He realised that there was no way anyone at The Glen, apart from Max Skinner, knew how much money he had from his inheritance, and knew that the General didn’t want him to suffer financially.

So now the big job was finished, he’d had to restock his stores ready for the next job that might come along any time. He finished sorting all the fittings and putting them away in the relevant bins, and locked up the garage. He got into the Ute and drove it round to the side of the house, parking it up under the car port.

As he walked to the front door, he looked up at the sky. The beautiful day was turning decidedly dull and overcast. There were ominous black clouds blowing in off the coast. The last time he’d seen them this bad was when Sydney was hit with flash floods.

“Looks like rain, Harry,” he murmured to the darkening sky. Heading inside and closing the east facing windows, he sent up a silent prayer that nothing would come of it.