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The really hard choices in life

It's another rainy Sunday in Melbourne, after 3 days of almost constant rain and / or drizzle. So lots of mud. everywhere where there 'aint pavement or grass.

And it's cherry-picking season.

Which means nothing if you're from South Africa, where your cherries arrive in a little plastic box, on top of green Bubble Wrap from Mother Woolies, all washed off and clean , and fresh , and chilled.

Apparently - and I have it on good authority here -  it's said that cherries ( the fresh kind - not those nasty sugar soaked red-dyed almond flavoured diabetic-bombs) actually don't originate from a fridge at Woolworths.

And apparently , here in Australia , our Aussie Cousins know this - and they actually get the joy of picking and eating them straight from the vine. ( do cherries grow on a vine ?  I dunno - I always thought they came from green bubble wrap... ) .

So - today is a day of hard choices. You see - the little over-achiever that I am , I have signed up to study a second degree - and my first exam approaches rapidly from the front, in a no holds-barred open assault .  Dec 3rd to be exact. Next Friday.

And my friends are going cherry-picking. Today. In the mud. With their gumboots. Sigh.

The question is - do I want to avoid studying so much , that I am prepared to go and wade around in the mud and rain , and shatter my childhood beliefs regarding Mother Woolies ?

It's a tough one I tell you.

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