A while back I was living at a campsite in the cairngorms. Our water come from collected rainwater stored in a big old whisky barrel with a tap. In the tiny patch of watered ground underneath my tap was an even tinier Rowan sapling, which I became rather fond of.
That's the beginning of the story...
I interviewed for a possible new job on Wednesday of last week. They promised they'd let me know either way by today. Fingers crossed the outcome is positive if this is going to be a good thing for me.
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