One thing I will not be doing this weekend (probably) is mowing the lawn. It really needs it, but the other night I went into the shed to get something and noticed a large lawnmower-shaped space in there.  I came backindoors to tell Jayne that I thought we had been burgled, but it turns out that she let Frankie borrow the mower.
Apparently this was a couple of weeks ago but I only just noticed. All that time I have been feeling guilty about the ever-longer grass, not knowing that I actually had a brilliant excuse for not cutting it.
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