The sun is shining and the birds are singing. White petals from next door’s cherry tree are drifting by my open office door. My wife crosses the garden and sticks her head in.
“Is this a good time?” she says.
“It certainly is,” I say.
“I mean for filming,” she says.
“Again?” I say.
My wife has a product she wants me to demonstrate for her business: a handle that can be installed halfway along the shaft of a rake or spade, to make it easier for old people to garden. We had tried to film the demonstration the day before with the roles reversed – me filming, her raking – but the collaboration
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