What Grows Up, Must Mown Down

Sophie and I had both relatively short runs to meet at the charamastic Mr E's crib. He was surprised and impress to see us both arrive with out transportation. He was expecting us to dispose of any garden waste that would pile up but luckily the job ahead was a relatively low wastage, one bin bag to be exact.

So that task ahead included raking up twigs and sticks that were found on the borders so Sophie had the privilege of doing that task and using a spanking brand new rake. Lucky girl.

The other task was simply mowing the lawn using the "he" lawn mower, which actually cut out half way through (typical male, right?). So it meant using the "she" lawn mower which I found did a better job. After mowing the grass cuttings was collected and placed on the borders so we are and I quote "feeding nature with nature" which we all agreed with that philosophy.

Soon we both had accomplished our tasks in the sunshine and was treated to some talk time with Mr E ranging from he's beloved Bichon Frise dog, Christmas abroad and the Tudor family line and the ring you get with it. Very Games of Thrones we thought.