Picker

Some few days before our trip up to the northern territories, Elena had asked Kyle if he was going to be an architect or a doctor and look after his mum and dad when they were older.  “No”, he replied, “I’m going to be a picker”.  Mum and dad looked at each other bewildered and asked “what are you going to pick?”  “Figs!” came the response.  We were slightly less than impressed at his choice of career and hoped that he would forget.  During our visit to the ‘Turkish Republic’, the subject came up again, and he again insisted, “I’m going to be a fig picker”.  Well, it’s nice to have ambition Kyle I must say!