9 August 2012
At last! There's sunshine for breakfast! I've an appointment with the lawn. Best I get my shorts on, cos' it looks like its gonna be warm.
My front garden's like a jungle, and the hedge is eight foot high. I doubt I'll make it to the top unless I learn to fly.
I think I'll put my boots on though, cos' there's spiders in the grass. One might crawl up my trouser leg and bite me on the arse.
So I'm off into the undergrowth with a strimmer and a plan, to cause deforestation, swinging on vines like Tarzan.
Overgrown • Opuss № I