Lawn Mowers, Golf Clubs, Margaret Atwood
And a sleepy village in Shropshire
Why is it that every time I try and relax in the garden a neighbour starts up their lawnmower? The gentle thrum of the engine is quite hypnotic at first but when it goes on and on (the garden is not the size of a cricket pitch, although it sounds as though it could well be) and the gentle thrum soon turns into a roaring strumming sound in my h…
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