Best Job In The WorldSitting at my desk yesterday with doors wide open to let in the sun. Bees buzzed around the oregano patch and hover flies hovered in the fennel. Massive dragon fly dwarfed the damsel flies and butterflies abounded. A beatiful bull-finch graced my bird feeder for ages, distracting me from the text of ‘Sunshine and Sausages’ (which is nearly complete). The stream played a very gentle melody in the background – but had just enough water to stop the ducks grazing their bums on the floor. Tennis match commentary ran quietly at my shoulder.
And the guy on the Pacific island thinks he’s got the best job in the world?