The diversity algorithm spat out its teams for the week. She looked at the message, decoding the coloured key. Her blue had become slightly more purple as her child had started school. A touch more green after she’d picked up the guitar again. She’d always be in the blues of course – She was always going to be Northern. This week’s team had a couple of yellows – good, she liked the former crafters. Just one grey. There are still some graduates: god luv ’em. She wished there was a red. She loved it when she worked with a speculator.