<br/>The gates suddenly swing open.  Gathering my bags I step in and survey the surroundings.<br/><br/>A narrow, winding alley lined with stone garden gnomes leads from the street gate. Everything is overgrown with ivy or overhung with large shrubs.  This path opens onto a lawn bordering a massive castle-like structure with steps leading into the ground floor.<br/><br/>Climbing these steps, I look about the flash foyer and spot a man and woman by a desk.<br/><br/>Looking over the bloke I’m amazed at his build.<em>Crikey!  He looks as fit as a Malee bull.  With muscles like that, he’d should be able to shift a tonne of shit quick!  But it doesn’t look like he’s ever used them.  Down the shaft he’d probably be as useless as an ashtray on a motorbike.   He probably wouldn’t work in an iron lung.   Now as for the Sheila …Well… she’s a bit lairy.  Very easy on the eyes.   She looks like a good sort.</em>Turning back to the bloke I say “G’day cobber.  I’m Country.  My mate Alvaro rang earlier.”<br/><br/>