1. Joining the line of workers hurrying into town.
2. Being given tasks to do and getting feedback on how I'm doing -- rather than having to find my own work, and never quite knowing if I'm doing well or not.
3. The sort of rain that is not quite hard enough to soak my coat, but is wet enough to put a shine on the pavements and to make everyone scuttle around under umbrellas and hoods.
At the gate, invitation and beetroots.
1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...