This is what it sounds like when doves fly-mo

Thanks to the team in the office for this crowdsourced pun.

Zoe and I turned up at Ms G's on a sunny Sunday afternoon, ready to help her out in the back garden. All Ms G needed was for us to mow the lawn. After a little struggle actually getting the Flymo lawn mower going, Zoe set to work on the grass and I used a massive set of shears to trim the edges.

The next door neighbour kept DOVES which was quite exciting so our gardening was soundtracked with gentle coo-coos of the white doves and I regaled Zoe and Ms G with the story of when my sister's cat brought home a (still-living) dove, which my sister had to release off the front steps. Maybe it was one of these very doves!

After about 45 mins of moving and trimming we were done, and we left Ms G tending to her tomato plants, and set off home, mission accomplished.