The grass in our backyard has pretty much laid dormant for the whole time we’ve been here… until now! The rain and sunlight that we’ve been getting since March seems to have been just what the grass-doctor ordered. By the time we got back from Australia, it was practically a jungle back there!
Of course, mowing the lawn isn’t quite the national past-time for Londoners that it is for (most) Australians. And, given that we’re in a rental house, and we didn’t find “shiney new lawnmower” at the top of the inventory list, Julian had to just make do.
Hard to believe, but pushing such a short lawnmower is not exactly comfortable. Plus, the resistance on the wheels is extremely tight (it’s one of those spinning the wheels turns the blade which cuts the lawn jobbies) that it’s near impossible to get the thing moving – so much so, that perhaps this could become the “next-big-thing” offered by gyms for patrons to lose weight.
Still, it was surprisingly effective – our grass is back down to a more respectable height. Now, if only we could find a mini whipper-snipper for the edges…
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It was seriously tough work! I think ‘strimmer’ is the name given to whipper-snippers over here though…
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