Tim

Oh! Dang!

Something the matter?

Oh my God! Ned hasn't been here for a

month, now he can't come for another week.

Aren't they all the same.

Useless!

Oh look! I'm sorry about all

the dust all over your bushes.

But the builder has just finished

my new driveway today.

Thank heavens.

I never saw such a mess.

Oh, we're off now Mrs Parker.

Hope you're happy with the job.

Let young Tim to tidy up. So if

you want anything, just tell him.

Bye now.

Same thing everyday. The poor little

bugger always gets all the dirty work.

Hi Tim!

Throw the hose over Ms Horton's

bushes before you go, will you dear?

- That's a good boy. Right?

- Right on Mrs Parker.

Good looking isn't he?

Not over bright, mind you.

But a nice kid.

You must have seen

him working around here.

No, I haven't.

Ah, of course.

You'd always left for the office before

the builders got here in the morning.

Oh anyway, sorry about the dust on your

bushes. But Tim will take care of it.

Well, things to do.

See you.

Hello.

Thanks so much for doing that.

I appreciate it.

Oh, that's alright.

Would you like to do some

work around the place for me?

What kind of work?

Well, the garden's a mess.

The man who usually does it

for me hurt his back or something.

If you could just, tidy up and cut the

grass. I have a mower in the back.

- Have you?

- Would you like to do the work or not?

Pay me to do or what?

When you want me to start?

- Tomorrow morning.

- Alright. Bye.

- What's your name?

- Tim.

- Ooh! Tim Melville. Bye!

- Goodbye.

- Hi boys. Everything all right?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Your box too.

- Hi.

- Hi kid.

Another mini for Tim, love.

Oh, make it all around.

You like where you've been?

Oh, finished that job today and

Harry left us behind to tidy up.

It was the overtime.

- Got another job too.

- Yeah.

- Can I have another one, dad?

- Well, take it easy.

You drink fast like

that, you'll get pissed.

Well, sorry.

I was thirsty. Can I?

Oh, in a minute.

Where's the other job?

Lady next door wants

me to cut the grass.

- Next door to where?

- Next door to where we were today.

Now where does she

want the grass cut, Tim?

Front, back or otherwise, heh?

Shut your big trap, Billy. Tim don't

understand that kind of talk.

- Sorry, well I was only kidding.

- Well, done!

Did you say you'll do the job?

Shut up, or I'll flatten you!

- Did you?

- Tomorrow morning.

Good.

Extra money would come in handy.

- What sort of a lady is she?

- Aw, you know, sort of an older lady.

- Lives in a big place.

- I know that is.

- Rich old biddy?

- I don't know. Drives a big car back.

She's a real nice lady.

Well, they're all nice

as long as I'll be in it.

Can't you get your

mind on something else?

Want another beer?

Good a choice you have.

- Gather around, please boys.

- Okay.

Sit here.

Hi mom!

- Hello, mother.

- Don't mother me.

- You didn't ruin.

- Oh, you're saving him.

- What's to eat?

- As if you'd learn when you pull a beer.

- Yum, you have the usual.

- And that's usually one too many.

It's Friday.

What do you always get on a Friday?

Fish and chips.

As usual.

Now get that in here.

I like fish and chips.

Didn't matter what I

gave you, Tim, would it?

You'd always say

it was your favourite.

Catch up with you later.

There's a good movie on the

telly. Don't want to miss it.

Yes love.

Get your father a glass.

I'm having a drink.

Good boy.

- Who is it?

- Me.

Who? Who is it?

Who is that?

Me. Tim.

Tim Melville.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- You know what time it is?

- Hmm. 7 o'clock.

- You always start work this early?

- Every time. Monday to Friday.

- This is Saturday.

- Hmm.

Oh well. I'll show you

where the mower is.

- You think you can manage that?

- No worries. I'm good with machineries.

Well, is there anything

else you need, Mr Melville?

You keep on calling me Mr Melville.

I'm not Mr Melville.

I'm Tim Melville.

My dad is Mr Melville.

- Well, I'll leave it to you, Tim.

- Right on, Mrs...

Please. I'm not Mrs,

I'm Miss Horton.

Right on, Miss Horton.

Anything you say.

Tim.

Cup of tea.

Sit down.

- How do you like your tea?

- No milk. Lots of sugar.

Do help yourself.

I just put it in

till it's sweet enough.

- Cake.

- I like chocolate cake.

Especially when it's got

a lot of cream inside.

- Good book?

- Yes. It's very interesting.

- I don't like books much.

- What do you read?

- Don't.

- You don't read anything?

- Can't.

- You can't read?

Or write.

- You went to school?

- Mmm.

But I couldn't learn, so mom and

dad didn't make me keep on going.

I'm not a fool quitting,

anyone will tell you that.

- How old were you when you left school?

- Well, about fifteen.

- How old are you now?

- Twenty four.

And a... man.

- This is good, Miss Horton.

- Please call me Mary.

I don't know.

You sure?

Well, dad says I should never call older

people anything but Mr or Mrs or Miss.

- I'm not that old.

- Huh.

Well!

Got to get back to work.

If you don't finish up you can come back

another day. Maybe next Saturday.

Oh, yes, I'd like that.

As long as dad says I can.

Oh, I like you.

I really do.

Or better than anyone except mom

and dad and Dawnie. She's my sister.

Oh, thank you. That's

very nice of you to say that.

Think nothing of it.

That was my special

imitation of a kangaroo.

Oh, that was very good, Tim.

I can tell right away.

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