I honestly don't think I can recall a Winter as wet as this one. For months, anybody who enters the house via the laundry has had to manoeuvre the line of jeans hanging in the covered space between house and shed.
Last Friday's local District Inter-school Athletics carnival had to be postponed until Wednesday of this week. With close to six inches of rain falling up until that point, and drizzle continuing, kids slipped and slid, enjoying the squelch between their toes and mud splattered legs.
With Matthew somewhere between Barcaldine and Blackall, the kids and I arrived home that afternoon to find our grain delivery truck going nowhere fast on the slippery road up to our yards.
With sun setting fast, the kids were deposited at the house to feed animals, while I found chain and roared the little tractor down the paddock. Larry (known to be a little temperamental), seemed suitably unimpressed. I reminded him (in the bravado possibly attained via a quick stop-over at the local watering hole on the way home from sports day), he maybe should have rung before coming. There was a buck being passed faster than any pig-skin covered ball on a Friday night at Suncorp Stadium.
As we towed, and backed, and pulled in the drizzle and well into the dark, I was eternally grateful for one small mercy. That it wasn't Matthew in the truck. For if there is ever a recipe for marital disharmony, try separating a husband and wife by twenty feet of snig chain.
Unable to see what we were doing, I persuaded Larry to leave it until morning. I took him in to get a room at the pub, and spent the night stressing.
But as so often happens, daylight allowed us a clearer course of action. With a series of backing and forwarding, the little tractor pulling from the front, then pulling from the back, rinse and repeat, within a couple of hours we had him entirely jack-knifed but at least some parts of the truck facing in the right direction. And with Larry still disbelieving, the little tractor pulled him all the way to the gate.
Now of course you'd hardly know where he'd been.