Are we simple men?

I’m a simple man at heart, says my uncle as X and I prepare to dig up his big garden with him. I’m happiest when I do simple work like this, he says. That gives us pause, doesn’t it? Are we simple men? we ask each other. We’re not sure. Are we happy when we garden? I teach X how to do warm-up exercises with a rake. Stop poncing about and get over here, says our uncle, who’s already digging.


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