MR COSTELLO may have been busy on Budget Night but, seventy kilometres from Parliament House, nobody in Gunning’s Telegraph Hotel was watching the broadcast. The TV wasn’t even on. The half dozen or so drinkers were pretty quiet. One of them was telling the others that it isn’t worth leaving the house unless he’s getting $400 for a day’s work. “Is that including GST, mate?” “Buggered if I know.” The numbers that matter most tonight are the ones on the rain gauge. After rain in late summer it has been a dangerously dry autumn. But in the last twenty four hours, over half an inch has fallen in the area. It’s not enough. It never is. But no one is sorry to see it. One of the men at the bar asks for a beer to get the dust out of his throat. ...