Our new office looks out towards The Terrace and a house that nearly slipped down the hill earlier in the year.  It's being shored up right now and there's a team of builders putting up scaffolding to hold the cliff back. 

Frances and I have been watching their efforts.  And thanking our parents for an amazing education, and our friends for continuing to drive us.  Because being out in a southerly humping concrete, trying to hold back nature, is a job I'm SO GLAD I don't do.  Here's some others:

• mowing the bit of grass behind the fence on the Rimutaka hill road all the way from Upper Hutt to Masterton (drove that way on Friday afternoon and marvelled at the manicured bit, just before the massive cliff face)
• deep sea fisherman (living on a boat makes me even more respectful, no,blimmin scared of the sea)
• water blasting the side of multi storey car parks (watched that from the window last week too - yes we do fit in some work toohonest!)

 There's a theme here: I'm not so great outdoors, doing repetitive work, with no people.  Phew.  I am in the right job.  Are you?

 

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