So I've had two interviews, done some hoovering, and hacked down a load of stuff in the garden.
First interview went well, maybe too well. They didn't ask me anything difficult and probably had already decided not to offer me the job, given that they had advertised for someone with experience. It was a useful experience though, because it meant I was less nervous at the second interview.
The second interview was much harder, with genuinely testing questions. And they had a good look at my C placement portfolio, and asked me a question which genuinely floored me: "Would you accept the job if we offered it to you?" Lola II said I should have just given them an enthusiastic "YES!" but I'm not used to acting impulsively, and I really didn't know at that point if I would. After all, an interview is for both sides to decide whether they will get along, not just an opportunity for the interviewee to do all she can to suppress any off-putting idiosyncrasies and provide the answers that the panel is expecting. It may be more than two weeks before I hear the outcome of this interview.
I have been more ruthless than ever in the garden, reducing most trees to the size of shrubs, and then Mr A followed me out and took out a lot of rose bush and ceanothus. The ceanothus had suffered badly in the cold winter, but was showing signs of recovery with green shoots on lower branches and the trunk. In the hope that these would sustain it, and because it keeps threatening the integrity of the garage roof, it is now a very much smaller tree than it was. I would be out there now, decimating more vegetation, if it weren't pouring with rain. So I am indoors at my desk, pretending to be making further job applications, but actually blogging and listening to an audio book: almost anything is more fun than applying for jobs, except perhaps pruning and weeding in the rain.