Awwww, Metro will feel so special. I recall there was some bitching about the last time I posted something for him, but then not everyone likes getting their picture taken.
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raincoaster 
Well I appreciate the link, but you’ve got the wrong end of the stick here, as you so often do.
I don’t care what my lawn does. It seems happy enough on its own, and I don’t see why I should make us both miserable by mowing it.
Now the garden is a different thing. A friend offered to weed it for me a couple of weeks ago–claimed she could do it in an hour. But with the amount of meths she’d been getting through, what with the all-night blogging, she probably also believed she could fly, or that she was some sort of social media guru or something.
Naturally said weeding didn’t get done. I wasn’t disappointed. It’s hard to be disappointed when something you don’t believe will happen doesn’t.
Well, see, if you bought me the GOOD gin, we could have had it done in plenty of time to pass out under the rhubarb.