The NCO (Non-commissioned Officer) who acted a bartender and policeman of the premises knew how much to let us drink, and then he cut us off. We had s...nse enough not to argue with him.The next morning we were up and out after that observation balloon with orders not to let ourselves be distracted. Well, I couldn't figure out how to keep from being distracted when someone was shooting at me, but I promised to give it a try. This time, we made it to the targeted balloon without wasting gas, so we. " And I take it that you and your mates are what they don't want?" I guess so," said Chris with hangdog resignation.The day of the auction was rather sooner than Chris or his friends would have liked. The bad news had hardly sunk in that each and every one of them would soon be evicted from the cottages and terraced houses where most of them had lived all their lives and where, in most cases, so had their parents and grandparents all the way back to the days when fuel was cheap, jobs were more. We drove out to the back of the farm and down into the small gully where we were to finish the fence. It was a beautiful day - hot and still with a small creek trickling quietly in the sunshine - it was in fact an idyllic setting and it was a pity that we had to work. Mum was a real farmers wife a was prepared to get stuck in so after about two hours we had the half dozen posts dug in and set in place. Time for a break and a cup of coffee from the thermos flask. After she had finished her. For now he lived on a couple trust funds that left him about $25,000 a month. She wondered want Michael’s trust funds looked like. Before she could think on it, Madame showed up.“Sir Michael, how nice to see you again. It has been forever since you have graced my humble shop.” Madame said with a bow.This caused Michael to laugh out loud, “Humble my foot wench,” he said, “I’ve seen your prices, and you are being modest in your description. Extravagant would be a better word, but anyway, how have.