While eating breakfast this
morning I was alerted by the sound of lawn mower engines, and discovering that
the men from the council had arrived to mow the village green I had to jump to
and get my own mower up and running before they reached the front of the house;
the grass there is not village green but, because it is green and in the
village, that fact is often ignored as the over-zealous operatives attempt to
cut (or rip to shreds) my postage stamp sized lawn with industrial grass
cutters industrially handled.
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