Sometimes I wonder why we decided to go and spend a heap on the best grass, Sir Walter. I mean it looks beautiful; is so cushy to stand on; loves our harsh climate, but gawd damn! It has to be mowed every freakin week in summer…yes that is EVERY WEEKEND. It’s not the smallest of lawns either so over a month there are endless hours of mowing, wipper-snipping and raking. Lucky Byron is always willing (actually begging) to lend a hand with his trusty little wheelbarrow in-toe.
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