The thing is, everything was closed at the weekends, and so what that meant is dad had heaps of time to be with us kids. So we had fantastic times going down to the beach, going to the park. He used to build us play forts. He used to build his chicken coops. He had a whole empire of self-sustainability in terms of the fruit trees and the veges in the garden. Then the law changed and Saturday trading came in. I guess for him it was a bit of a dilemma because while everybody else opened on Saturday morning, if he didn't all his customers would go to his competitors. So what happened is Dad just extended his work hours. He still had to work Friday night, Monday to Friday, but he went in again on a Saturday, for his customers, to stay open. I don't think he actually earned any extra money, but basically it was something where he wouldn't lose money if he was there. So what happened is Sunday became the combination of our family day, but also him juggling all his church responsibilities as well. Fortunately, what happened is by the time Sunday trading came about nine years later, all us kids had grown up and the business was no longer there. I think the thing for him, though, was that working on a Saturday and a Sunday really wasn't a choice, because if your competitors are working, you don't really have any other option otherwise you're going to lose your business. 