An amazing thing happened today. One of those near once-in-a-lifetime events. It coincided with the G8 conference convening in Scotland, and took place in a fenced-off area of grassland. Much celebration resulted.
Yes. I mowed the lawn.
Well, when I say “mowed”, what I mean is “assaulted with a neighbour’s strimmer then ripped chunks up by hand” as it was far too long (about 2′ in places) to actually mow. I did the front as well. Now I have blisters and I’m knackered.
I’ve also sent off two courseworks, so I’m going downstairs to drink plonk and watch DVDs.
Aside from th G8 conference and the “mowing” of the lawn it sounds like a great Saturday.
Well, there was bugger all on telly so I thought I might as well.
emergency mosh question: have you heard of mew, actually heard them and what do you reckon?
Mew – no. Muse – yes. Is this who you meant?
Want to come do mine?
hmm, i have heard of muse only just found mew….
looks like more research Mosh!
Oh and Btw your secret parcel it winging it’s way to you…
People, how to scare the living **** out of Mosh, tell him you saw something and thought of him and also tell him you gonna forward it on!! hehe
I am sure You’ll like it.. I am a nice person really………………
Take my word for t, don’t get into lawns. Before you know it, it’s a once a week habit. And the chemicals, but after weed and feed blackens the grass, you go into rehab and they wean you off with a substitute — the dibber. That means you’re armed and dangerous and in search of dandelions to uproot. I tell you, it’s a pathological condition.
There aint anything wrong with dibbers.. they are my best friends.. oh yes they are… all the voices in my head tell me so!