"K" wrote in message
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Kate Morgan writes
Our next door neighbours cut their lawns yesterday and this morning they
looks dreadful - the lawns not the neighbours - all wobbly lines and
lumps of grass that were too wet for the mower to pick up.
I have long wide borders and I usually crash about in the undergrowth
getting cross, this year my practical daughter suggested that I set
myself a strip of border to do every day, no more no less, just move up
the garden in an orderly fashion, how do dim mothers give birth to Mary
Poppins like daughters :-)
Every year I manage to leave some wooden handled tools outside all
winter, of course this morning two of them broke, I found one favorite
trowel in the bottom of a lavender bush, so now I have to grovel to HIM
to mend them for me and face another lecture :-(

Or learn to mend your own.

Or do a cost benefit analysis comparing the time finding and putting away
every single time with the rather rare event of spending time and/or money
replacing.

(And remember to keep a count of chisels used for paint stirrers and all
the other typically male ways of misusing tools)

Males, misusing tools!

How dare you!

Go and wash your mouth out this instant!

Alan

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Kay