A sunny, windy afternoon here at Brookfield, and the end, I think, of a remarkable last blast of summer. Black-eyed Susan still flowering happily outside my window, but that'll soon change if we get the predicted early frosts. Six months now since I temporarily (I hope) finished work, and I've finally decided to sign on the dole, for the first time since I left uni. It was easier in those days - all you had to do was join the line and stare at the peeling paint in the crowded dole office until your name was called. Now - if you do it on-line, anyway - it takes page after page of probing questions. I very nearly gave up! I think now HMG knows more about me than I had thought I knew about myself. All part of life's rich tapestry, I suppose (I know, to use a phrase like that is to admit to having little in the way of original thought - but can you be surprised after all that form-filling). Why did they need to know quite so much about my wife? Or my mother-in-law? Gissajob, I say - that's all I want.
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