#Moving Company Ballarat

[rule-removals]

Rules Removals is a well-known moving company in Ballarat, provides furniture removals, office removals, piano removal, interstate removal, home removal and commercial removal services. Whether you are changing office or home, our packaging removal services have been created, in a way to pack, disassemble, move and reassemble all your belongings safely without any damage.

[melbourne-movers]

Unsure About Interstate Removalists in Ballarat? Here's What You Need to Know!

Moving interstate is a big decision, and choosing the right interstate removalists in Ballarat to handle your precious belongings can feel overwhelming. With numerous companies vying for your business, navigating the options and finding a trustworthy fit can be stressful. But worry not! This guide will equip you with the knowledge to confidently select the perfect interstate removalist for your Ballarat move.

Understanding Your Needs:

The first step is to identify your specific requirements before hiring removalists in Ballarat. Consider factors like the size of your move (number of rooms), desired service level (packing included or not), and budget. Do you require storage facilities or special handling for delicate items? Ballarat removalists offer a variety of options, so outlining your needs upfront helps narrow down the search.

What to Look For in a Removalist:

Registration and Insurance: Ensure the company is registered with the Australian Furniture Removers Association (AFRA) and holds appropriate insurance coverage for your belongings.

Experience: Seek out movers who have successfully completed interstate removals in the past.  Experience translates to expertise in handling logistics, packing fragile items, and navigating potential challenges.

Clear Communication: Transparency and clear communication are paramount. The company should provide a detailed quote outlining the services included, estimated costs, and any potential additional fees.

Customer Reviews: Read online evaluations and testimonials from previous clients. This can offer valuable insights into the company's reliability, customer service approach, and overall moving experience.

Getting Multiple Quotes:

Don't settle for the first offer you receive. Obtain quotes from several Ballarat interstate removalists. This allows you to compare pricing structures, service inclusions, and overall value propositions.

Asking the Right Questions:

During consultations with removalists, don't be afraid to ask questions. Some key inquiries include:

What is your process for packing and handling fragile items?

Do you offer full or partial packing services?

How will you handle the loading and unloading process?

What is your insurance policy like?

What happens in case of unforeseen delays?

By following these tips and conducting thorough research, you can confidently choose a reliable interstate removalist in Ballarat to ensure your move is smooth, efficient, and stress-free. Now, you can focus on the exciting new chapter that awaits you in your new city!

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[novumtimes]

Bird flu: Tens of thousands of hens to be euthanised after fifth case

Tens of thousands of hens will be culled after a fifth Victorian poultry farm was plunged into lockdown due to an avian influenza detection. Tests confirmed the highly pathogenic H7N3 strain of bird flu had been detected on the Lethbridge farm owned by Farm Pride in the state’s southwest, Agriculture Victoria said on Friday. It is the company’s second farm to test positive for bird flu and houses about 40,000 birds, accounting for roughly four per cent of total production capacity. “The company will seek compensation from the Emergency Animal Disease Compensation Scheme arising from the disposal of these birds,” Farm Price said in a financial update. The farm is situated within an area where movement had already been restricted, covering properties at Meredith and Lethbridge. Another Lethbridge farm, also operated by Farm Pride, was confirmed to have the virus on Tuesday, leading to about 80,000 hens being culled — about eight per cent of the company’s total production capacity. Two farms operated by Avgo and Surf Coast Eggs Farms in Meredith and Terang euthanised about 500,000 birds after testing for two different strains on May 22. A fourth farm within the Meredith and Lethbridge area was confirmed to have avian influenza on Wednesday. A control area buffer zone is in place, bound by Bacchus Marsh Road in the east and Colac-Ballarat Road on the western boundary. Victoria’s chief veterinary officer Graeme Cooke said the newest detection was not unexpected. “It’s why our reasonable and risk-based restricted and control areas are in place and shows that Agriculture Victoria’s comprehensive and ongoing surveillance activities are working well to date,” he said. Agriculture Victoria would continue to work with affected producers and the wider industry to support business continuity while minimising the risk of the spread of the disease, Dr Cooke said. Eggs and poultry products from supermarkets do not pose a risk and are safe to consume. Dr Cooke said the current outbreak was yet to significantly impact supplies, as Victoria has a secure supply chain that includes the importation of eggs from interstate. Avian influenza is a viral disease of birds and is found across the globe. If poultry contract the disease it can spread between birds or when contaminated poultry products, feed, equipment or other items are moved between sites. The avian influenza virus can survive for long periods in droppings, respiratory secretions, water, feathers, eggs and meat. Source link via The Novum Times

[rulesremovals]

Move Interstate Hassle-Free With Interstate Removal Service In Ballarat

Want to move interstate? With Rules Removals, you can make this process very easy for you. Our interstate removal services team is well-known in Ballarat for making this transition perfect for you. We specialize in addressing all the details before the move and making sure all your demands are met within the correct deadline. You won’t have to experience last-minute panic and stress.

We are the leading interstate removal company in the area. With our extensive experience and expertise in long-distance relocations, we are committed to providing reliable and efficient interstate removal services. Trust us to handle your move with utmost care and professionalism, ensuring a smooth transition to your new destination.

[melbournenewsvine]

WILSON TO SHARE DIGITAL JOURNEY AT LIVE

By Wayne Robinson | 21 October 2022 Leon Wilson, director of Revolution Print in Ballarat, will share his journey into digital labels at the Print21+PKN LIVE event focused on digitally printed packaging, taking place in Melbourne on 9 November. Click here to book tickets. Revolution is a highly regarded print industry operator, it has transitioned from a standard offset jobbing printer in its former guise to today’s high-tech business, pioneering new methods of working, with investment in new digital technology. At PacPrint in June the company made the move to produce its burgeoning labels work in-house, with the purchase of a Konica Minolta AccurioLabel 230 plus the Grafisk Maskinfabrik DC350 Nano label finisher. Leon Wilson, director, said, “At Revolution Print, we are unapologetically print geeks, constantly looking to create the future of print. A key part of this is the innovative technology we choose to bring into the business to help us meet our mission.” The LIVE event will see Wilson share what the new investment in digital label printing means for brands, what it will give them, and he will also go through the process. He says, “There will be a little bit of history, and we’ll go through the installation and how we essentially got a whole new business arm up and running within a month.” The Print21+PKN LIVE event Amplify & Engage brings together brands and print businesses to tell the story through the voices of industry leaders and experts, about what digitally printed packaging can do for brands, and how print businesses of whatever type can benefit from entering this market, leveraging their skills and knowledge, to potentially generate a new revenue stream in a growing market sector. The event will hear from the partners who collaborated to create the Hungry Jack’s UNO campaign (Result Group, MCC, Detpak), arguably the biggest intelligent packaging project ever rolled out in Australia. Also presenting on stage will be the new generation of entrepreneurial brands, including Little Bang Brewing, Mingles Seasoning, and Healthy Food Crew, and printers including ePac, Luminar as well as Revolution Print – all of whom are innovating in digitally printed packaging and labels with great success as they ride the wave of digital growth. Print21+PKN LIVE takes place 12 noon – 5.30pm November 9 at the Victoria State Library. Click here to book tickets. Inhouse digital label production: Leon Wilson, Revolution Print with the new Konica Minolta AccurioLabel 230 at PacPrint Source link Originally published at Melbourne News Vine

[mymoovers]

Moving Heavy Items

Tips for Moving Heavy Items – the Best Furniture Removals Melbourne

Here are a few tips for moving heavy furniture items by the best Furniture Removals Melbourne, My Moovers:

[earthpkmnheadcanons]

Contest Submissions! Part 1

Here's some of the best submissions I received in the contest!

From @graftednormalcy for a rock-type gym in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia:

"Ballarat is Australia's most well-known mining town, which also was the location of the eureka stockade, which is one of the events that led to australia becoming more than a british colony.

It is Rock type due to Ballarat having numerous gold ore deposits and multiple mines.

The exterior of the gym is an elevator down into an older, abandoned mine that was renovated into being an underground gym. The gym layout is a series of branching, maze-like tunnels, of which multiple exits into different places of the arena proper. The arena itself is a medium sized cavern with steel beams holding up the roof, the roof height varying from human size to triple that amount.

Ground Types and Ground Type moves are strictly prohibited and banned, as if a stray Ground Move hits a weak point in the walls the entire gym collapses on itself, burying the staff and challenger(s) alive. This is a warning given to all challengers, even if they have no Ground Types.

Common pokemon used by Gym Staff, depending on badge count of the challenger, include the Gigalith line, Bastiodon line, Carbink, Lycanroc line, Coalossal line, and the Aggron line. Notably, the assigned gym leader uses the Gym's resident Diancie against challengers with 6 or more badges, and Mega Evolves the Diancie against challengers with 7 or more badges.

The assigned Gym Leader is the most senior staff member working at the time of challenge - this is by years working, not by rank. Most commonly, the Gym Leader is a 62-year-old male who has been with the mining company for over 40 years."

From @kamenxyz for a steel/fire-type gym in Berlin, Germany:

"I decided this combination due to Berlin and Germany as a whole for that matter, having a history that, (especially in the last hundred years.) Has been filled with and who's path had been decided by, the fire and steel of war.

The Berlin gym has throughout it's own and the city of Berlin as a whole stood out in the German speaking world, rivaling the gyms of Vienna, Paris, Rome or London. The gym was first opened during the reign of Friedrich the first of Prussia during the early 1700's as a was for prussian generals and field marshals to practice strategies without wasting manpower. During this time it was only opened to the prussian nobility and thus didn't have permanent gym leader yet. This changed when Friedrich the great came to power. It still kept the original roll it had during his father's reign but Friedrich the second had opened it to all class of prussian society. Though the poorer classes rarely challenged it due to the financial difficulties being a pokemon trainer in an age before mass production of pokeballs were the norm yet.

It was also during this time when the position of gym leader was hammered out. It was decided that when a high ranking prussian officer of great distinction was nearing retirement they were offered the chance to take over as gym leader. Though there were times when the king and later Kaisers would take up the mantle of gym leader and de-facto champion as an official pokemon league wouldn't be formalized until German unification in the 1870's. When this happened the usual teams used by the normal gym leaders (typically steel and fire types common to central Europe such as steelix's, charizards, etc.) Were replaced with the king's personal team, which on occasion had pokemon that weren't steel or fire type. If a trainer managed to clear the gym then they in a brief ceremony were given the gym's badge, the flammen-Stahlhelm badge. (the flaming steel helmet badge in English.)

The gym operated largely the same with it only closing during seven years war and napoleonic wars due to the brief occupations of Berlin, until 1918 with the end of the German empire. As a result the position of gym leader became an elected position during the weimar republic until its closure in 1936 by the third reich due to it being a supposed "moral corruption thrust upon the German people." It remained closed until the formation of east and west Germany during the cold war. Where both east and west Berlin would have their own separate gym, with east Berlin's being picked from a senior member of the communist party and west Berlin return a changed form of the weimar republic's elected gym leader position. Which would last until reunification in the 90's when the east Berlin pokemon gym was closed."

From @KathiraNarae on a rock-type gym in Drumheller, Alberta, Canada:

"Drumheller advertises itself as 'the dinosaur capital of the world', but also has a history of coal mining in the area.

Drumheller as a town is already known for its large fossil operation. Boasting multiple walks, a museum, and its main attraction of an enormous climbable model Tyruntrum, the town and the provincial park it is in are advertised as 'the fossil capital of the world'. Naturally, such a site would immediately lend itself well to a museum and attached fossil revivification machine. It was also not surprising that a Rock-type gym would spring up in the town to monitor the new fossil pokemon, offer advice, and eventually join the Alberta Provincial League.

Today, the gym itself is only a single building, an old warehouse with a couple of offices, whose main floor is used purely for the final Leader battle. Instead of the traditional indoor puzzle, the gym challenge is instead a specially marked tour of some of the fossils found in the site and the occasional battle with the local Alberta- and Edmonton- varieties of the Amaura, Tyrunt, Cranidos and Shieldon lines. The end battle itself, however, is typically a little more grueling as the local Leader, originally from Sheffield, England, instead uses the Tirtouga, Kabuto and Lileep lines before sending out a Carcoal or outright Coalossal as homage to Drumheller's origins as a coal mining town."

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

Malice and 40?

'Exes meeting again after not speaking for years'

There's another chapter to come, maybe next week, cos I need them to be soft with each other 🤣 I've been deliberately vague about what caused the bust up cos I couldn't be bothered making up a case.

I didn’t think you cared

“Jean!” Alice greeted her, as her friend enveloped her in her arms. “It’s so good to see you!”

Jean smiled into Alice’s hair, “It’s been too long. Why do you have to stay away for so long?”

“Work I’m afraid,” Alice pulled back and smiled at Jean. But at the back of her mind, she knew the real reason she wished to spend as little time as possible in the place that held too many memories. Her eyes darted around the room searching for anything that might remind her of him, and at the same time dreading finding it.

Jean saw her looking. “Matthew’s at the station,” she said gently.

Alice shot a sharp look at her, “What? Why do I care?” she lied.

Jean sighed. “Why don’t you just talk to him. It’s been years since the Johnston case.”

Alice shook her head. “Jean, what’s done is done. You can’t change the past.”

Alice remembered as if it were yesterday. A combination of not enough sleep, quick tempers and stubbornness had led to a huge blow up, right in the middle of the driveway. Alice had turned and walked away from the single most important person in her life, and Matthew hadn’t come after her. She had signed the job acceptance letter that night, packed up her little flat, she didn’t own much, and had moved to Melbourne by the end of the week.  Since then she’d only returned to Ballarat for the occasional weekend, often barely spending a day there before heading back. She knew they had both handled things badly, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she recalled how she had behaved. ‘It was for the best’ she kept telling herself. She didn’t need a man hanging around, making things difficult, and Matthew would be much better off with someone less complicated and messy. Alice shivered as she remembered his feather light touch, the way he used to trail his fingertips up her arms. There was no denying that she missed him. She missed the way he held her, the way he made her feel safe, the way he knew just how she took her tea. Within Melbourne general hospital she was very well respected and her expertise was often sought, but at home she was lonely, and missed the familiarity she had had with Matthew, and the little family that they had formed with Jean and Lucien.

Jean stared at her for longer than was necessary and Alice felt, not for the first time, as though Jean could see right through her, could read her soul.

Finally Jean looked away. “Right, well I was just about to head to the grocery store. You coming along, or staying here?”

Alice shrugged, I’ll come with you,” she was eager to see if the town had changed since she’d been away.

It was a beautiful Autumn day, the bright orange leaves covering the ground, and as they walked, they chatted easily. Alice told Jean about some of the more interesting things she’d seen in Melbourne, and Jean updated Alice on the goings on in Ballarat.

When they got to the store Jean turned to Alice. “You needn’t come in, I won’t be long.”

Alice nodded and leant against the verandah post. If she was honest with herself, she felt slightly relieved. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy Jean’s company, but after so many months of her solitary life, with limited work interactions, her social tolerance levels were low. She looked up at the huge gum trees that lined the street and watched them sway in the soft breeze, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet. Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the familiar eucalyptus scent and felt a pang of homesickness. They didn’t have trees like this in the centre of Melbourne. She moved backwards to admire the tree’s grandeur, and stepped right into the path of a cyclist racing past. Knocking her off balance, he gave a shout and sped off as Alice fell. Her head smacked into the pavement as the world suddenly was on an angle.

People crowded around her as Alice tried frantically to not black out. “I’m fine, Please, go back to whatever you were doing, I just need a moment,” she heard herself mumble slightly incoherently. The bikes handlebar had caught her in the ribs and it hurt to breathe.

“What’s going on here?” an all too familiar voice cut through the crowd. The one person Alice did not want to see. Not now, not like this, preferably not ever again. She struggled to sit upright as the crowd parted and let Superintendent Lawson through. Their eyes met and Alice saw a flash of recognition in his piercing blue eyes.

“Alright everyone, nothing to see here, bugger off.” Matthews low gruff voice grumbled, and the crowd of people slowly and reluctantly dwindled away. Alice had forgotten how soothing his voice was to her and she closed her eyes and her breath hitched with pain as she tried to breathe deeply. When she opened her eyes again Matthew was staring at her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked stupidly.

“Um In case you’ve forgotten, I live and work here? My name is Matthew Lawson? I’m the Police Superintendent?” His voice dripped with bitter sarcasm. “Maybe it’s me who should be asking you that question.” He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at her.

Alice glared. “Idiot. I meant here, here. In the main street.”

“Popped out to get some smokes.”

“They’ll kill you you know.”

“Didn’t think you cared” Matthew retorted dismissively.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

“What are you doing back here anyway?”

“I came to see Jean. My friend.” Alice replied pointedly God, she wished he would just stop looking at her!

Matthew shrugged nonchalantly, “Want to tell me what happened here?”

“I stepped backwards into the path of a cyclist.”

“Are you alright?”

“Didn’t think you cared,” Alice shot his own words back at him and they stared at each other awkwardly.

Matthew sighed with frustration. “You’re the doctor, do I need to call an ambulance?”

“I just banged my head as I went down. And I’ll have a bruised rib where the handlebar caught me.” Her fingers tentatively probed the back of her head and she found a lump forming. “No lasting damage, I’m sure you’ll be disappointed.” It was a stupid thing to say and she wasn’t sure why she said it.

Matthew crouched down and looked her in the eyes. “I know this might be hard to believe after everything that’s happened but I could never wish harm on you,” his low quiet voice rumbled.

God Alice had forgotten how lost she could get in his eyes. For a moment she felt that all too familiar pull towards him and had to force her eyes elsewhere. They weren’t together anymore. They hadn’t been for some time. And she’d been doing perfectly well without him.

She cleared her throat and began to stand.

“Are you sure you’re ready to get up. You could have concussion if you hit your head” Matthew garbled as he took her arm and tried to help her up.

Alice wrenched his arm out of his hand. “I am a doctor, As you so kindly pointed out, Superintendent. I do know how things work.” She pushed herself up, and gasped as pain shot up her ankle and she almost collapsed back on to the ground.

“Here, lean on me.”

She shot Matthew a glance, who finally lost his temper.

“Listen, whatever you think of me right now, it’s time to swallow that bloody pride of yours and accept some help!” he hissed crossly. “You’ve obviously twisted your ankle and you’re not going to get far without help. Lucien’s at the station. Let me take you to him.”

Alice’s mind was racing and she was just about to tell Matthew Lawson exactly what he could do with his 'help', as Jean appeared with her arms full of groceries.

“Alice? Oh My goodness, what happened?”

“I had a slight altercation with a cyclist” Alice sniffed as she held on to the verandah post for balance.

“She’s twisted her ankle, banged her head, and bruised a rib. I was about to take her to see Lucien at the station,” Matthew supplied.

Jean looked at Matthew and then back to Alice, who was looking anywhere but at him.

“I’m fine,” Alice said through gritted teeth.

Matthew raised one eyebrow, “Doctor Harvey, I would assume you would know how to diagnose and treat a twisted ankle, a concussion and a busted rib?” he asked pointedly.

“Of course!”

“Well then, If you can tell me, in all honesty, that if you were treating yourself, that you wouldn’t diagnose a twisted ankle, a concussion and a busted rib, I’ll leave you be” Matthew said knowingly.

Alice ground her teeth, looked stubbornly at the sky and said nothing.

“I thought as much. Come on,” Matthew held his arm out and after a moment of hesitation Alice took it reluctantly.

Jean followed behind them swallowing a smile as she listened to them bickering. It was like old times really, Maybe this was the start of a reconciliation.

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[rule-removals]

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[yesmadamepresident]

49. Fake Married & 74. Huddling for Warmth + Jean and Lucien = ...

Married couples in Ballarat are being killed. Newlyweds, mostly. Lucien is the one to discover the common characteristic - each couple recently moved into a new house. Each from the same real estate company. Naturally, he and Jean must go undercover as a married couple to solve it. She makes a show of trying to refuse, telling him she's no good at this sort of thing, but he insists that she'll do great, he should be worried since he's not a very good actor. Now we all know Lucien is a very affectionate person, and y'all can imagine that if he's pretending to be Jean's husband, he's gonna do his best to play the part. Lots of cheek kissing, putting his arm around her, heart eyes. She should be annoyed with him but instead she really likes him this affectionate and doesn't quite know what to think about that, is definitely in denial of her feelings. Lucien knows he's in love with her, but also knows she would never choose a man like him, and keeps making offhand half-joking comments about how ironic this fake marriage is and how it would never really happen hahahahahahaha. He's being self-deprecating as a defense mechanism but it only serves to further confuse Jean. So anyway they go through the process of house hunting and get into some mystery solving antics along the way (at some point they definitely so sneaking around in some supply closet for clues and when they hear someone coming Lucien decides the only way to explain away their presence in the closet is to be caught making out). At some point Lucien is convinced something fishy is going on inside the actual house, so he decides to spend the night there, even though they haven't actually bought the house yet and it's not ready to be lived in. Jean, of course, isn't going to let him do it alone, so they both camp out in the house. One thing they didn't consider was how cold it would get in an empty house with no heat because there aren't actually supposed to be people in there. In the end there is no choice but to snuggle share body heat until the early hours of the morning, when the killer arrives and they catch them or whatever. So the case wraps up and they're both internally realizing that this charade is over and wondering if they can really just go back to normal.

Jean says, "well I suppose you can stop acting like you're in love with me now."

Lucien takes her hand with the most fearful look she's ever seen in his eyes and says, "I told you from the beginning, Jean. I'm not a very good actor."

They kiss. He tells her he loves her. She loves him too.

[rahleeyah]

what if jen and jean swapped places?

This is SUCH A FUN QUESTION OMG

Jen would be FURIOUS. If she's trying to play along, the restrictions suddenly placed on her by Jean's role in the house and position in society would, I think, be a grave insult to her. Jen is used to a certain degree of convenience in life, and a certain degree of responsibility and professional pride, and I think she would find this position sexist and insulting. What do you mean there's a separate room in the pub for women? What do you mean she has to cook and clean and organize the surgery for Lucien when he can't even bother to put his own laundry away? What do you mean she has to wash his dirty undies and they're not even married? What do you mean she can't take out a loan, or buy a car, or do what she sees as proper police work? She sees the way women are treated by their husbands, owned by their husbands, trapped by husbands and babies and the church and all of it, and she is seething.

I love the idea of Jen trying to explain the situation to Lucien, and him believing her completely. Like "yes, you most certainly are not Jean, I can see that now, but no one else will ever believe you so let's keep this between us bc otherwise they're gonna lock you in an asylum."

I love the idea of Lucien being fascinated by what she can tell him of the future, and I also love the idea of Lucien showing Jen that like, yes, the treatment of women in this time period is Not Great, but he respects Jean and cares for her and Jen doesn't have to pity her. Pity others, sure, but not Jean Beazley.

I love this: "you look just like her, you know," he says softly while they sit in his office sharing a drink one night. "Except for the...erm..." he gestures to her hair. Jen arrived in this place looking just like herself, ten years younger than Jean and blonde to boot, and Lucien has been trying to keep her home and out of sight as much as possible, just in case.

"You miss her, don't you?" Jen asks. She can see it in his eyes, the way he watches her, the sorrow that seems to linger on the edge of every word he says. He helps with the dishes, and with the dinner, sometimes, has been kind and done his best to assist her, to make her feel comfortable and work through this problem with her, but she knows when he sees her he doesn't see Jen. He sees her.

"Very much," he says, softly. "Not that I'm not delighted to have you here, Jennifer, it's just that Jean...well, Jean is...she's..."

Jen smiles, and lets him flounder. She knows what it is he can't say.

BUT THEN

Jean, thrust into the modern day. It is so loud and so bright and everything is moving so fast and there's a roughness to the people around her she doesn't quite know how to manage. They aren't...well...they certainly don't hesitate to say what they think, and Jean is learning, day by day, how to deal with them.

Picture that first morning. Jean wakes up in a bed that is definitely not hers to the sound of a small device on the side table making a truly terrible sound. It alarms her so much she just stuffs it under the pillow, and goes to explore the little house where she has found herself.

It is, she thinks, exactly the sort of little house she might like to have herself one day, two bedrooms, cozy, with a neat little garden, only the furnishings and decor and by god the clothes are all...it's like her world, but everything slanted a little bit to the left, almost the same but just strange enough to leave her uncomfortable and afraid.

The kettle in the kitchen is familiar, though, so she goes and makes herself a cup of tea. She has no sooner sat down at the table, wondering what on earth has happened to her and how she's going to get out of this one, when she hears someone pounding on the door. It's a man, and it sounds almost like he's calling her name. Almost, but not quite. Jen, he says, not Jean. But he's not going anywhere, so Jean wraps herself in the robe hanging on the back of the bedroom door and then goes to see who's come calling.

His suit is black, and nice, but nowhere near so fine as Lucien's. His face is handsome enough, his hair thick and soft. He's tall, too, though not so broad as Lucien. And when he sees her, he swears.

"Jesus," he says. If Jean knew him she'd chide him for his language but the man is a stranger to her, and she bites her tongue.

"Where is she?" He asks after a moment.

Jean deliberates with herself. She doesn't know this man, doesn't know if he means her harm, but she doesn't know where she is or how she got here, and his eyes are kind.

"You better come in," she says.

So Jean tells Nick her story, and Nick tells her about his Jennifer. Nick "runs interference" (that's what he calls it, anyway) between Jean and Jennifer's job. He takes her out, shows her the city, helps her buy groceries, keeps her company when he can, around the job.

"You miss her, don't you?" Jean asks him one night. They're eating Chinese food Nick picked up from a shop, and while Jean has come to find she quite enjoys it, she can't bring herself to eat out of the cartons and insists she plate up their meal properly. Nick doesn't protest.

"Yeah," he says. "I do."

Nothing more than that. He's a quiet man, Jean's found. Not brash and endlessly jabbering like Lucien, but kind, still, for all that.

Jean and Nick are the ones who figure it out, in the end. Jennifer Mapplethorpe, born in 1969, is the daughter of none other than Amy Parks, Jean's wayward niece. Since it was only 1960 when Jean left her life she has of course never met her great-niece. Jen never met her great aunt, having spent her childhood in Melbourne, believing she had no family beyond her parents.

"Maybe that's why," Nick says quietly as they look over the family tree they've drawn out together. "Maybe you're here so that we can fix it, so that whatever made Amy leave Ballarat doesn't happen. So she doesn't feel so alone."

"But if Amy never leaves Ballarat, you'd never have your Jennifer," Jean points out.

Nick smiles. "Oh, I don't know," he says. "Fate's thrown us together twice already. Third time lucky, and all that."

The next morning Jean wakes up in her own bed, and she thinks of Nick, and she smiles. His quiet, steady nature was a comfort to her in that wild world, and she has learned so much from him. The most important lesson being: don't waste time.

So she races downstairs in her pink nightgown. The light is on in Lucien's office and she doesn't hesitate to approach. At the sound of her footfall he calls out, "Jennifer?" And it is that, more than anything, that convinces Jean that this is real.

"Expecting someone else?" She asks softly as she steps through the door.

Lucien vaults to his feet, his eyes full of wonder.

"Jean?" He breathes.

"I'm here, Lucien," she says, and in the next instant he is racing out from behind his desk, crushing her against his chest.

"I missed you," he whispers, and when Jean lifts her chin, and sees the look of devotion in his eyes, she just smiles, and kisses him senseless. No time like the present, she thinks.

In Melbourne Jennifer wakes up in her own bed, and she's so happy she could cry. Lucien has his Jean back, and they'll be happy, she knows. Now Jen has her car and her mobile and her little house and the Chinese takeaway place she loves so much; now Jen is home, and home means work, and the boys, and Nick, Nick more than anything.

The thought no sooner occurs to her than she hears someone knocking on her front door. She knows, somehow, that it's Nick. Who else would it be?

She races out of her bedroom half dressed, flings the door open, and watches as his mouth drops open in shock.

"Jen," he says, and she has missed the sound of his voice saying her name so much that to hear it now shatters her restraint. With a little cry she breaks, and races into his arms; Nick lifts her bodily from the ground, her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her face pressed in close to him.

"I missed you," she says. "I missed you."

Nick just kicks the door closed, and carries them both to her bedroom. They both call in sick that day.

[greatworldwar2]

• Battle of Milne Bay

The Battle of Milne Bay, also known as the Battle of Rabi by the Japanese, was a battle of the Pacific campaign of World War II.

Milne Bay is a sheltered 97-square-mile (250 km2) bay at the eastern tip of the Territory of Papua (now part of Papua New Guinea). It is 22 miles (35 km) long and 10 miles (16 km) wide, and is deep enough for large ships to enter. The coastal area is flat with good aerial approaches, and therefore suitable for airstrips, although it is intercut by many tributaries of rivers and mangrove swamps. The first troops arrived at Milne Bay from Port Moresby in the Dutch KPM ships Karsik and Bontekoe, escorted by the sloop HMAS Warrego and the corvette HMAS Ballarat on June 25th. The troops included two and a half companies and a machine gun platoon from the 55th Infantry Battalion of the 14th Infantry Brigade, the 9th Light Anti-Aircraft Battery with eight Bofors 40 mm guns, a platoon of the US 101st Coast Artillery Battalion. On July 11th, troops of the 7th Infantry Brigade, under the command of Brigadier John Field, began arriving to bolster the garrison. The brigade consisted of three Militia battalions from Queensland, the 9th, 25th and 61st Infantry Battalions.

Japanese aircraft soon discovered the Allied presence at Milne Bay, which was appreciated as a clear threat to Japanese plans for another seaborne advance on Port Moresby, which was to start with a landing at Samarai Island in the China Strait, not far from Milne Bay. On July 31st the commander of the Japanese XVII Army, Lieutenant General Harukichi Hyakutake, requested that Vice Admiral Gunichi Mikawa's 8th Fleet capture the new Allied base at Milne Bay instead. Under the misconception that the airfields were defended by only two or three companies of Australian infantry (300–600 men), the initial Japanese assault force consisted of only about 1,250 personnel. The Imperial Japanese Army (IJA) was unwilling to conduct the operation as it feared that landing barges sent to the area would be attacked by Allied aircraft. As a result, the assault force was drawn from the Japanese naval infantry, known as Kaigun Rikusentai (Special Naval Landing Forces). led by Commander Masajiro Hayashi, were scheduled to land on the east coast near a point identified by the Japanese as "Rabi", along with 197 men from the 5th Sasebo SNLF, led by Lieutenant Fujikawa.

Following the battle, the chief of staff of the Japanese Combined Fleet, Vice Admiral Matome Ugaki, assessed that the landing force was not of a high calibre as it contained many 30- to 35-year-old soldiers who were not fully fit and had "inferior fighting spirit". The Japanese enjoyed some initial advantage in the form of possessing two Type-95 light tanks. After an initial attack, however, these tanks became marooned in the mud and abandoned. They also had control of the sea during the night, allowing reinforcement and later evacuation. Over the course of the 23th and 24th of August, aircraft carried out preparatory bombing around the airfield at Rabi. The main Japanese invasion force left Rabaul on August 24th, under Matsuyama's command.

on August 24th, reports of the second Japanese convoy, consisting of seven barges, which had sailed from Buna carrying the force that would land at Taupota were also received at this time. In response to this sighting, after the initially poor weather had cleared, 12 RAAF Kittyhawks were scrambled at midday. The barges were spotted beached near Goodenough Island where the 350 troops of the 5th Sasebo SNLF, led by Commander Tsukioka, had gone ashore to rest. The Australian pilots then proceeded to strafe the barges and, over the course of two hours, destroyed them all. After the initial sighting, the main invasion force, consisting of the heavy naval screening force and the two transports, remained elusive until the morning of August 25th. In an effort to intercept it, US B-17s were dispatched, although they were unable to complete their mission as bad weather closed in. By dawn of August 26th, advancing west along the coast with armoured support, the Japanese had reached the main inland. Japanese force moved through the jungle at the edge of the coastal track, and was headed by two light tanks. Although they lacked anti-armour weapons, the Australians were able to turn back the Japanese attack.At this stage, the Japanese suffered a serious setback when their base area was heavily attacked at daylight by RAAF Kittyhawks and other Allied aircraft.

As a result of the attack, a number of Japanese troops were killed, while a large quantity of supplies was destroyed, as were a number of the landing barges which were beached. The Japanese did not have any air cover as the fighters, which were to patrol over Milne Bay were shot down by Allied fighters shortly after they took off and other aircraft were halted by poor weather. Nevertheless, the Japanese were still pressing on the Australian Battalion's positions throughout the day. The muddy ground meant that the Australians were unable to move anti-tank guns into position; however, as a stop-gap measure quantities of sticky bombs and anti-tank mines were moved up to the forward units. Australians launched a minor attack upon the Japanese forward positions which were located about 600 yards (550 m) away, pushing the Japanese back a further 200 yards (180 m).

Following continued fighting on the 25th, for the next two days there was a lull in the fighting. During this time, the Australians consolidated their defences. The 61st Infantry Battalion, despite being seriously depleted from the previous fighting, were ordered back to the airfield. Later that night the Japanese began forming up along the track at the eastern end of the airstrip by the sea, and at 3:00 am on August 31st they launched their attack. The first Japanese attack was repelled by heavy machine gun and mortar fire from Australian and American troops. A further two banzai charges were attempted only to meet the same fate, with heavy Japanese casualties, including the Japanese commander. after the survivors of the attack had reformed, he led them north of the airstrip in an attempt to outflank the Allied positions on Stephen's Ridge near the airfield. After running into a platoon of Australians who engaged them with Bren light machine guns, the Japanese withdrew just before dawn. Japanese troops who survived this attack were shocked by the heavy firepower the Allied forces had been able to deploy, and the assault force was left in a state of disarray.

On the morning September 1st, the Allied Infantry Battalions went on the offensive, while a force of seven Kittyhawks attacked the Japanese headquarters. By this time, the Japanese had abandoned the objective of reaching the airfields and instead sought only to hold off the Australians long enough to be evacuated. This information was not known by the Allies, however, who were in fact expecting the Japanese to undertake further offensive action. With the Japanese position at Milne Bay close to collapse, on September 2nd, a sent a radio message was sent to the headquarters of the 8th Fleet, "We shall defend our position to our deaths." After further fighting between remaining Japanese forces and Allied forces advancing on their position, The remaining Japanese troops were evacuated by two barges and the light cruiser Tenryū rescued them two days later. Finding themselves heavily outnumbered, lacking supplies and suffering heavy casualties, the Japanese withdrew their forces, with fighting coming to an end on September 7th, 1942. The battle is often described as the first major battle of the war in the Pacific in which Allied troops decisively defeated Japanese land forces.

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Us and Them

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The sky was orange and would fade to a dark purple soon.  It never turned completely black anymore, but then it never turned completely light either.  Mattie perceived from the color change that it was time to light a fire to try and get a small degree of warmth from the bitter night to come.  She surveyed her domain, the cavernous ruins of a pink brick building.  It suited her; pink always was her color. In the rubble outside ALL RAT ITTER was painted in large red letters that were buckling inwards along with the rest of the wall. Inside items were stacked in neat piles for future use: things that burned, things that shouldn't burn but did anyway, things that might be food, makeshift medical supplies, and anything that could be used or traded.  Mattie poked through one of the piles for a dry matchbook and some wood before taking it outside.  Her first night alone there she lit a fire inside and nearly suffocated herself.  Now she knew better.

Once the fire sputtered to life she retreated back into the cave, looking for a tin of food that did not look too compromised.  She warily eyed a can in the pile that said "Spratt's Cat Food" and decided she wasn't that desperate yet.  A can of beans would do.  She sat down by the fire and formulated a plan for tomorrow.  She wanted to make her rounds of the neighborhood to look in on the sick and injured, but she hadn't seen Charlie in two days and she was running out of food.  She wondered where Charlie was.  It had not occurred to her to miss him until now since she hadn’t wanted him there in the first place.  But when he was there she could pass the long, cold evenings talking to him and even if it wasn’t much different than talking to herself, it gave the illusion of companionship the same way one would talk to a dog or a house plant.

Charlie came around for the first time a few weeks after she had staked out the pile of pink bricks as her own.  He would stand a few meters away and just stare, saying nothing. At first she thought he had become yet another looter or a brute looking for sex and she pummeled him with rocks and debris, screaming until he ran off.  This went on every afternoon for three days.  On the fourth she hurled a sharp stick at him and it struck true.  She could see the trickle of blood as he scampered off behind a burned out car, taking the stick with him.  She realized right away that she had made a fatal error, her foe now had a weapon.  The next day he returned carrying the stick, now bloody with the two dead rabbits he had speared with it. They had a feast, and that night she tended to the wounds she had made.  He came back every day after that, sometimes with dead vermin, sometimes with wood or scavenged canned goods.  Eventually Mattie let him make camp there, sharing her pile of rags that she would stack up next to the fire in an effort to keep the freezing night at bay.  He never asked her for more than she could give him.  In fact he never asked for anything at all.

Charlie was mute.  Mattie did not know if this was from the trauma of recent years or from a head injury, but the smart, officious man she dimly remembered from another lifetime had been replaced by a silent and scared boy who kept to the shadows.  Sometimes he had nightmares and would howl in the darkness.  Through the tears the words would almost form, but he would always recover and be silent again.

On the day the world ended the sky turned blood red and a burning wind blew for days.  Much of what was left after the initial explosion caught on fire in the aftermath.  Then the sky grew dark and the sun ceased to be and the temperatures dropped to near freezing and stayed that way.  Those who didn’t die in the first blast perished soon after from poisoned air and foul water. Their limbs shriveled and they went blind and all manner of other horrors.  Mattie was one of the lucky ones, if slowly starving to death alone made one lucky.  She had been in the basement of the hospital looking for a patient file and was shielded by several meters of cement and earth.  She stayed there for weeks with the rest of the hospital staff waiting for help to arrive.  When the dead outnumbered the living and the doctors started killing their remaining patients, she left. She did not feel bad about looting the hospital of medical supplies, it was clear they were no longer being put to good use anyhow.  

Her first instinct was to head for home.  She wanted to find Lucien and Jean and help them if they were still alive.  Together they might make it to Melbourne and find shelter with her father.  She spent hours wandering the fields scoured of all civilization in the area she thought the Blake house must be in.  She could not recognize the streets let alone individual structures.  There weren't even bodies to bury.  With no news of the outside world there was no way to know if her parents had suffered the same fate as most of Ballarat.  Mattie eventually learned  that Melbourne had likely been ground zero and the world she knew was truly gone.  For the first time in her entire life Mattie had no one.

Humans are essentially tribal creatures and in a catastrophe like this one they will naturally band together for safety and support.  At least that was what Mattie always assumed would happen.  Instead the survivors fractured and turned on one another, fighting for food, clean water, territory, or sex.  Some were just out for blood for the sheer thrill of it. In those early days after leaving the hospital Mattie traveled from camp to camp doing her best to cure the ill or comfort the dying.  Eventually trying to eat and stay safe while on the move proved too much for her and she decided she needed a camp of her own.  The brewery had been guarded by a burly farmer with a shotgun who kept everyone at a distance.  He allowed her to come in and tend to his wounded leg after he was bit by a dog.  On one of her rounds she saw the wound had become septic.  All she had to do was wait him out.  

It was several months before the random acts of violence and deprivation coalesced into a common cause.  She first became aware of it when she was making her rounds among the twisted metal facades of Lydiard Street.  Propped up against the door of the Colonists Club, the bloated corpse of Patrick Tynneman was holding a sign painted in blood that said “THEM.”  Gradually the unhinged and predatory survivors of Ballarat had turned their rage on the old guard, the belligerent institutional powers who picked a fight with a bunch of strangers thousands of miles away and lost.  Like any good ideological force the enemy took the form of whoever suited the mob at the moment.  The rich were Them, as were clergy, politicians and business owners, romantic rivals and unkind spouses. Mattie once saw a gang of women beating a man with sticks, vengeance for some marital transgression that they would have never spoken of until now let alone avenged.  Mattie was keenly aware that she was a Them.  It was no secret who her father was or that he was one of the most vocal supporters of the war.  She believed that being out in the city helping others had bought her safety.  People needed her and fortunately these days people had short memories.

Charlie was also Them.  She worried that someone would come after him but it was clear to even the most hardened class warrior that he was harmless.  Mattie didn’t know where he had been in the months before they were reunited or how he survived, but he gave off the air of someone too benign to bother with.  Without his uniform and condescending grimace maybe they just didn’t recognize him.  Mattie wondered if his muteness came from the burden of being Them.  Mattie was a child of privilege but had been open minded and flexible in new situations.  Before the war she chose to work hard and to make that work benefit the poor and hopeless.  Charlie believed in institutions.  He was a company man who honored thy father and mother.  Now, his father and mother were dead and his company had blown the world to bits.  Maybe Charlie was mute because he was too embarrassed to speak.

Mattie threw the leg of a chair on the fire and started carrying her rags to the edge of the cave.  It would be another cold, sleepless night without Charlie.  She hoped he was ok.  If not, she would carry on just the same.  She wondered why she kept going.  She really couldn’t heal anyone with her dwindling medical supplies, it was mostly just for show.  Mattie doubted anyone in the town had much time left.  If they survived the radiation and the fires and the gangs of marauders, disease and starvation would still get them in the end.  Mattie would be no exception.  Eventually someone stronger than her would chase her out of her camp or she’d run out of food.  When the former resident of the pink brick cave had died she found a single shell loaded in his shotgun and thought she could make a quick end of things. But each day she kept trying to survive and tended to the ill and shivered through the nights in hope of the opportunity to suffer again tomorrow.  She supposed someone had to make it long enough to start the world again.

Morning dawned a dark orange and with no sign of Charlie.  Mattie decided to put off scavenging for one more day and make her rounds.  On the way home she would check some of the buildings on the outskirts of town for drinkable water.  Boilers and cisterns were a treasure if no one had found them yet, and her brewery had no shortage of barrels.  A wind had kicked up, slightly less icy than past days, as she tread quietly down Lydiard Street. It was one of the few streets that could still be recognized despite the ruins.  At the orphanage the few surviving children were being cared for by the former residents of the Bad Girls Home.  Mattie thought it an unlikely alliance and suspected some of the teenage girls were serving penance for the babies they had been forced to give away.  She reviewed their food stocks and gave nutritional advice as best she could.  

Old blind Cec was stationed by the door of the Colonists Club.  The club had become a refuge for bachelors who were too old to fend for themselves.  Cec made it a point to stand guard ever since they found Patrick Tynneman and no one ever dared challenge him, despite his obvious infirmities.  She was not sure whether that was out of respect for who he was before the end or because it was rumored that he knew where all the club’s liquor was hidden.  Possibly a little of both.  Mattie left him with her last can of potted ham and a kiss on the cheek.

Down at the College of the Arts, Mattie tended to the burns of Elaine Greenslade who had taken to setting herself on fire on a weekly basis to protest war, and nuclear weapons, and Them, and violence against Them, and whatever else was on her mind.  She was one of many who had found refuge in madness, but at least Elaine had the decency to only hurt herself.  Fortunately the College’s ample supply of turpentine and other flammables was looted before any of the students could organize their own survival let alone a political protest.  Between the bitter cold and the wind and the lack of kindling Elaine rarely managed to do more than singe her hair.  By way of payment Elaine pressed a small picture of a star into Mattie’s hand, rendered in soot and blue pigment on a scrap of canvas salvaged from inside the building.  Mattie thanked her politely and shoved the picture into her pocket.  She thought but did not say that she could always add it to the kindling pile back at the cave.

On the way home she saw a stray dog napping behind a dead shrub and thought of Charlie.  She wondered if they would ever have enough food to feed a dog instead of hunting it.  She wondered if Charlie might like a pet.  They could howl together in the night.  Mattie sighed.  She was developing a soft spot for the poor fool and people these days could not afford to get attached.  The afternoon was more profitable than she had hoped.  She found an abandoned house that was barely touched.  There was no water but she found some bedding and tools which she piled up into a big bundle on top of some garish curtains.  Dragging those curtains a few kilometers would only improve them, she thought, so she headed home.  She made a mental note to go back and search the decaying car in the driveway for oil and petrol in the morning.

Despite having been gone hours it was still light out when she arrived back at the brewery, dragging her prizes behind her.  To her surprise Charlie was standing at the entrance to the cave, in front of the ITTER sign.  His face was contorted into a big smile and Mattie realized that it was before the end of the world that she last saw anyone smile or heard laughter.  He was holding a dead pine sapling and seemed eager to go inside.  Mattie had never said he couldn’t but he always waited nervously for permission.  She had tried to explain to him several times that he was welcome but he never seem to understand.  Now he gestured with excitement towards the cave, waving his pine tree around as he did so.  The commotion caused yellow needles to scatter with each shake.  Mattie drew closer and it was clear that he had been in a fight.  He had a black eye and his lip was split.

“Been in the wars again, have you?”

Charlie looked at the ground sheepishly.

“No worries, I’ll patch you up. Wait until you see the blanket I found for us.”

Mattie walked inside dragging her bundle behind her but Charlie did not follow.  Instead he planted the pine sapling in the rubble, carefully arranging some loose bricks to hold it upright.  He reached into his pocket and opened a tattered half of a handkerchief.  In the handkerchief were a number of trinkets that he affixed carefully to what remained of the tree: a key, some shiny wire, a single gold earring, other scraps she couldn’t recognize.  Mattie wondered if he had finally lost what little mind he had left.  Watching him, Mattie recalled the subtle changes she had noticed outside lately and things began to make sense.  The air was still cold but not as bitter as usual.  The dark orange days seemed longer.  She tried to remember the day before the world ended and wondered what month it was.  Suddenly it all made sense.  It was high summer, and summer meant Christmas.  

Tears welled up in Mattie’s eyes as Charlie worked intently on his masterpiece, glancing up every now and then for approval.  It occurred to Mattie that maybe even now, at the end of the world, two Thems made an Us.  Her hand slipped absentmindedly into her pocket and she felt the edge of the canvas Elaine had given her.  Very carefully she smoothed out the little forlorn star and placed it on the tree.  Maybe things were not so bad after all.

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