The grass is not so long now. Mme la Galloise, at the barbecue, was shocked to hear how much I'd paid to get the grass cut and volunteered to bring their lawnmower and do it herself. Payment? "A glass of wine, but as you don't drink, we'll bring the wine ourselves." It was the first time she'd used the lawnmower (M le Gallois is at present out of his skull on painkillers while waiting to go to the hospital to get sciatica fixed). She did the whole lot in less than an hour and a half - after knocking together a spreadsheet for my financial calculations (she's a mathmo and does this kind of thing for amusement).
It seems that I should acquire a Bosch Rotak 40, or something similar.
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