20 August, 2008

Nice stripes; pity about the colour

Today is Wednesday: lawn-mowing day for my employer's Estates division.  Never mind that we've experienced (extremely) heavy rain recently, and mowers will rip wet grass out of the ground rather than cleanly cut it: lawns must be mowed on mowing day.
It's like the Somme out there.

Er. In the sense that the Somme in 2008 is an agricultural region in France, and presumably a little muddy. I wasn't referring to its condition in, say, 1916, as that over-used analogy has always seemed a little crass.