Rosehaven

- Ahh! - Ready?

Yep. So ready.

So excited. Pumped.

- To fix a fence? - Yeah. I can't wait.

I love being up this early,

and not just so I can enjoy going back to sleep.

You know, just actually getting up and doing something with the time.

Yep.

And this way, we can spend even more of Valentine's Day together.

Is it Valentine's Day?

I don't really buy into that stuff.

Yeah. Me neither.

- It's just another day. - Mmm.

Another great day on the land.

Look at this.

Good, right?

Is there a particular type of straw that's the best

for hanging out of your mouth?

Sorry, what are we doing?

Um... some dropkick busted the fence,

so we've got to re-tension the wire.

Oh, cool. I know how to do that.

But, um, if you could explain it, just for people that don't know.

What people?

Possums.

OK, possum.

- You want to grab me the tensioner? - Yes!

Nah.

Look, I might just do it myself. It might be a bit easier.

No offence, it just might be a bit quicker.

Oh, OK. Cool.

Right, well, you handle this bit, and I'll... get onto some weeding.

That's better.

Look at us. Two peas in a pod.

You right?

Is there a lot of kangaroos around here?

Yeah.

Eugh!

Em?

Morning... Ow! Jesus!

Oh, hey, mate.

- What time is it? - 8:30.

What time did you come in this morning?

- Seven. - That's a record.

I got up to help Dan with a fence,

and then he dropped me off on his way to deliver some wood.

Which I helped him chop last night, by the way.

Guess how many spiders live in wood.

- How many? - All of them.

I was really cool with it, though. I only cried twice.

Yeah, are you sure farm life's for you?

What? I love it.

Tensioning fences. Saying stuff like, "Get out of it."

Fair enough.

You should have seen me leaning on a post this morning.

Real casual. Like I hadn't even thought about doing it.

- Sorry I missed it. - Mmm.

- Morning. - Morning, Greg.

Morning.

Is, uh, Barbara in?

Uh, not yet, but she's never too far away.

Oh, all good. I just wanted to... drop this off for her.

She mentioned that she was gonna buy a dishwasher.

I had one installed, so I thought I'd drop off

a list of the ones I'd read were best value for money.

- Right. - Oh. That's very kind of you.

Just thought it would save her some time.

No big deal.

And I was in the area.

Well, pretty close.

Uh, we'll pass it on. Thanks, Greg.

Uh...

... uh...

Do you happen to know if Barbara's got any plans for tonight?

What?

Uh, does she have plans... for Valentine's Day?

Well, yes.

Uh... yes.

Um... work, uh...

... uh, then evening... evening plans.

Like what?

Dinner with Grace and I.

You're having dinner with your mum for Valentine's Day?

Yes.

Right. Well, uh... never mind. I'll get going.

Yeah, we should get back to it. Thanks, Greg.

Oh, God!

Why did you shut that down? He was thinking of asking her out!

Maybe he was just making conversation.

Well, I used to think you've got to let people live their own lives,

but, no, people need me to come in...

- Please don't. No! - ... and match-make!

Barbara is not just your mum, you know.

She is also a beautiful woman, with needs, who deserves love.

Mum's fine. She's got... work.

It just makes you feel a bit icky

to think about your mum having a bit of a kiss.

- Oh, come on! - What's the problem?

You don't live with her anymore.

I'm the one that'll have to put up with the bedroom noises...

Ohh! Stop! Stop.

Pull your head off and put it in a bin.

Let's not give Mum the printouts.

Oh, so she doesn't get love or a bargain on a dishwasher?

She'd already have one in mind.

- Mum! - Hi, Barbara.

Morning.

Um... Greg brought these in for you.

Thought he might help you decide on a dishwasher.

Oh, right. I've already got one in mind.

It was nice of him, though.

He's nice.

Hmm? Yeah.

Have either of you got any inspections scheduled today?

- Uh-uh. - No.

Good. Let's go for a walk.

Mum, are you gonna tell us where we're headed?

- Oh, great. Now I've lost count. - What?

Steps. My Fitbit's broken.

- We're going to Dorothy's. - The clothing shop?

Yeah. She was behind on the rent and deserted the place.

The removalists and cleaners are coming tomorrow.

I want to get rid of the stock first.

So we're getting a bunch of free clothes?

I'm gonna put together a new look for the new farm me.

I need outfits suitable

for crouching and lifting and being outside.

No, I want you to sell what you can.

Get back some of the lost rental income.

What?

Mum, this isn't in my job description.

Now it is.

Maybe you'll be better at selling clothes than you are houses.

- Is that necessary? - We will not let you down.

So, is Mrs. Marsh on her own today?

I'm just gonna let you in. You're on your own.

Well, what's our commission on the clothes we sell?

- Zero dollars. - Seems fair.

Wow! Look at it all!

How are we supposed to get rid of all this stuff?

By sharing our passion for fashion

with everyone that walks through that door.

I have no passion for fashion.

Speaking of passion,

let's brainstorm ways to get Greg and Barbara...

Ohh! No. No, no. No, thank you. No. No.

Greg's the nicest man ever.

He's like if Santa Claus joined the police force.

You can turn over the open sign if you like.

You're lucky I've always wanted to do that.

And...

... we're open!

Now what?

Um... you can go outside

and do an impression of an inflatable tube person?

Show me what they look like and I'll do it.

You know what they look like. Just go for it.

Right. We both do an impression

of an inflatable tube person on three.

- Ready? One, two, three. - Two, three.

I knew you weren't gonna do it.

_

Excuse me?

What can you tell me about this blouse?

Uh, it's... blue.

This is so stupid.

Let's just tell everyone that everything looks good on them

until we get rid of this stuff.

As your manager, I forbid you to lie to our customers.

As your manager, I am instructing you to lie to our customers.

If someone says, "I want to see the manager," just send them to me.

I'll tell them, "You're speaking to the manager."

I just told you not to lie to our customers.

- Oh, those look great on you. - You think?

Yeah. And bright pants are great for... crossing the street at night.

It's for a date.

Well, lucky for you the pants have pockets for...

... condoms. I'm sorry, Frank.

So, I'm just gonna have a little encouraging chat to Greg.

Please don't.

Mum wouldn't be interested in Greg. They're completely different.

That's why it could work. Like me and Farmer Dan.

We are completely different on paper.

He's reliable, he's healthy, he's strong, and I'm not.

If Mum liked Greg, she would have already asked him out.

Maybe I should have a chat with her too.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- No? - Oh, not you, Frank.

Those pants are...

Hmm.

Try a jumper with it.

Right, you're being a bit of a baby about this

and I know you're not one, so...

... is all of this because Greg is Bruce's dad?

Greg didn't bully you. His son did. It's not Greg's fault.

Yeah, but did Greg ever tell off Bruce for bullying me growing up?

He told him off heaps of times, didn't he?

Yeah, but it didn't do anything.

Oh! Very nice.

It's not even Christmas.