Trimmed

I don't enjoy gardening, at all. One of the few disappointments of moving into our first home twenty-eight years ago was being responsible for mowing the lawn. It was one of the few downsides to being grown-up.

Happily, these days I don't do the lawn mowing or, at least, not very often. Currently, Milly's fellow, Evan, and one of his mates are running a little gardening company and they came today to cut the grass, tidy the borders. etc etc.

While all that was going on, I'd been at work. This morning, we interviewed a young chap for a development role and, happily, we offered him a job. Unfortunately, it is yet another white male to add to our collection but good developers are like hens' teeth - especially 'round our way - so our longed for diversification will have to remain a nice to have for now. 

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Reading: 'Reality Is Not What It Seems'