I see a fellow digging holes. An earnest looking chap, he’s beavering away, dirt flying everywhere, his shovel moving at a tremendous pace.
I see a fellow following him, filling the holes in. Again, earnest chap, shovelling in the dirt his mate flung about, patting it down neatly and moving on to the next hole.
So I ask the two what they’re doing, interested in what’s motivating them to carry on this seemingly meaningless pursuit. Continue reading Brett’s off sick today