I was exhausted by lunch of the first day and my Aunty Cath’s chicken and salad sandwiches and hot tea didn’t energise me even a little bit. In fact, they made me want to curl up and fall asleep in one of the bins of wool. However, after half an hour it was all hands back on deck.
I returned to work feeling like I could fall down at any minute. I wasn’t used to working so hard. I’d never done anything even remotely as tough as this. My hands were greasy from the lanolin in the wool and stunk of sheep s**t. My back was aching and I was pushing that broom around like I had a ball and chain attached to my ankle.
Finally five o’clock arrived. Knock off time. The shearers hung up their blades and after joking about how many sheep they’d shorn, they said goodbye to my uncle and walked out of t
